Leaning on this cold concrete pillar
Shivers creeping up my spine
Sitting there
My dress flared upon my legs
Pretty white dress
So clean and innocent
The floral design
Delicately sewn
People’s glances start to drift from my edge of my dress
Up to my face
Deep beautiful collarbones
Leading to a sorrowful face
Cheeks red from the tears running down them
Dripping and making my eyes beet red
Swollen
My eyelashes clinging to one another
Small drops of moisture cling to them too
Barely being able to open my eyes
I look upon the pillar and I see darkness
Thunderclouds
It was late evening so it was starting to get dark
But in an instant it gets darker
The vibrant colors of the sunset become dull
Sprinkles come at first
Dampening my dress so the cold material
Sticks to my legs
The bolts of lightening come shooting across the sky
Bringing a heavy downpour
I find a sharp stone on the side of the pillar and scrape it against the
concrete
The grinding sounds and chips of the stone flaking off
I touch it to my finger sliding it back and forth
A drop of blood appears
That’s how I tell its sharp enough
Bringing my legs close to my chest
Cuddling myself
Its getting colder
I take the sharp edge to my right hand
And dig it deep into the wrist of my other hand
I feel a searing pain jolt up my arm
My fingers shake as I interlock each hand together
Rocking myself back and forth
My arms wrapped around my legs
Crimson red runs down my forearm
Dripping from my elbow
The rain washing it off onto my pretty white dress
Staining it
This dress isn’t pure and innocent anymore
This dress shows who I really am
It’s my white bloody dress

 
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