Tulips' corpses

It might not make much sense. Some of it doesn't even make sense to me now! It took me a long time to decide whether to put this on the site, because it was written at a very emotional time for me. I finally decided to because I realised that writers have to show other people their emotions, or their writing becomes dull. Don't be scared to criticise! Nothing's perfect!


Slam the door
Anger
Frustration
Watch her leave.
Across the table,
It,
The barrier
The reason
The hated
The missed
She is sad because of it.
It disgusts me.

Harbingers of faliure and disgrace
Flutter around
In my head
A bad omen
Her face awash with
Tears.
The background music
Bitterly happy.
She laughs.
Crying with happiness behind a dead clowns face.

The rain
Runs down
The path.
A splash of silvery liquid.
Driving past,
She waves.
A happy mask
Crying inside.

Outside.
Inside, a cage.
No more heaven-fall,
Soaked into hell.
Useless eyes
Useless ears.
Finger nails, jagged, sharp.
Tulips' corpses
Wet, slippery
A faded reflection of their former beauty.
Crying.
She'll never know.