Stained by Lucy Fitzmorris (13, Bloomington)

​Cloudy sunlight absorbs me.
My soul.

My thoughts melt into puddles on my pillow.
Clothes curl in the corners of my room.

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​Plants die.
I feed them my tears.
I keep popping rubber bands.
Flicking and killing them.
Even fake flowers die.
The air is intoxicating.
Suffocating me.

All this time I’ve spent locked away in here.

Dying.
My heart wants clean air.
Rarely does it beat anymore.
It isn’t blood that seeps from me.
It’s his words.
Outlines of his hands on me bleed.
As long as the air is dirty, I’ll be too.

stained.

Lucy Fitzmorris is 13. Living in Bloomington, MN. She’s participated in writing contests and has had a poem of hers, ‘Fallen’ published!