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Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Her bright eyes watch

The way the leaves fall, the way the people dance and laugh and love

Her soft eyes watch them

With their harsh movements, and spitting tongues

Spinning, laughing, lying, trying

Her sad eyes stared at mine

Not seeing what I saw

Her smile, her laugh, her love

Her hips swaying with the wind, falling with the leaves, flying with the birds

Her bright eyes are gone
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
They burned in the embers

Fast and flammable

Their eyes - bright and broken

Uneven jaws and bruised cheeks

They scorched in the cooling coals

Slow and warm

Their mouths - cracked and bitter

Bloodshot eyes and calloused hands
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Broken jaw

Torn flesh, pulling from the bone

Muscles decaying, fraying at the tendons



Broken wing

Snapped neck, limp and brittle

Feathers fragile, sharp as glass
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
I still love you
I still need you
Do you love her?
Do you need her?
Why did you stop loving, stop needing me?
The morning comes
Head pounding
The light of my phone distracts me
I open it
My messages are open
To her
What the hell did I say?
I scroll up
Knives stabbing at my heart
My fingertips start to tingle
The tingling starts to spread
My mind slows
No no no no no no no no no
I eventually calm

My phone vibrates

Her: Please stop messaging me,
Delete my number
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
A girl sits in a room
A laptop in front of her
Her fingers hover over the keys
The light shines through her glasses
Which are smudged from the long day
The tears brim at her eyes
Blinking them away
Trying not to crumble
Trying to stay on track

A girl is touched on the arm by her grandmother
She flinches away
Her arm tingles where she is touched
"What is wrong with you?"
Lingers in the air
"You are crazy,
you are not normal,
there is something wrong with your head"
She stands and walks away
She walks to the stairs and cries

What is wrong with the ******* the stairs
With the bleeding mind
And the stuttering heart
And the twisting stomach
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
The ground splinters under her feet
The weight on her shoulders pushing her further into the ground
The ground drops from under her
Falling, her skin flakes
Flaking away with the force of the air
She falls.

She is in her room
Facing her mirror
Eyes brimming with tears
Cracks trailing around her face and body
She turns away
She covers the cracks with hooded jackets and perfect smiles.

She lands.

In the darkness
She feels the cracks covering her
Like a cloak
She crumbles.

She stands.

She's in her room.
Looking in the mirror
The cracks cover her now
The perfect cracks
She smiles and the cracks glow.

She flies.
Cheyanne Hopkins Apr 2018
Off with their heads

A shrill voice rung around the room

Enveloping their ears

Everyone flinched

The Queen, all angered eyes and graceful snarl

The prisoners were taken to the dungeon



Off, off with their heads

Some people flinch

Pushing their shoulders back

Pretending to be poised and unafraid

The prisoners were dragged away



Off with their heads

One person flinched

Off with their head

Everyone's eyes remained open and unfeeling

Not a flinch in sight
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