Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ A Dozen Trapped Flies ❯ A Dozen Trapped Flies ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I contemplate myself alone and miserable

Uncertain I feel about all I knew

And heart-sick to the core.

Cold and sick, I want comfort

Instead am treated with distaste

No. I'm alone.

Nothing to keep me sane

I contemplate myself

Every detail I then take in

As I search the four bare walls

Spider webs coat each corner

A dozen trapped flies

Fat happy spiders sleep.

Attention I want

Something to show I'm cared

Nothing set forward, I contemplate

Some harm I might undertake.

Throbbing in my throat, beating of my heart

I find my eyes on my wrist, suddenly wishing… for a knife.

It'd be so easy

In that moment

To drain away my life

To feel that pain and see that blood

Would certainly set things right.

No knife nearby, I lay unmoved

The only comfort to play it through..

I eye the blue in my wrist.

Cut…

Blue turned to red.

Sharp beautiful searing pain

Twist…

Deeper, yes.

The blood is thick

And runs down my arm.

Slower… slower…

The throbbing stops

I blink.

Red no more, deep blue veins run the length

I sigh

And eye the spiders once again.

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