Beauty In The Bleeding

-Beauty In The Bleeding-
by Keaton Foster


Beauty
In the bleeding
She’s seeing
Her life
Everything leaving
Escaping
Via self-affliction
Via her decisions
The blade
Stained red
Lays by her side
Deep
Are her wounds
Right to bone
Her hands
Made useless
Her muscles
And tendons
Pointless
The world
Hers
Floods red
What a mess
She has made
Beauty
In the bleeding
Pinned
To her chest
A note
Long ago penned
Outlining her plans
Asking for forgiveness
Not from God
But from those few
Meant to remain
Long after this day
Often they tried
Giving her hope
At least for a time
They assured her
As best as they could
But such assurances
Would never be enough
This is fate
In her eyes
Ordained
If not by any God
Then by her own hand
Freewill
Her crux
Her toxic true love
She fears nothing
Except for losing
Her ability to decide
All of her choices
Most of all this one
Have been final
She has always known
Quite certain
That in this place
In this way
She does not belong
Suicide is her song
Her final tune
To let all know
That what she has done
Is by her hands alone
Beauty
In the bleeding
Sinister
May be the reason
Impossible
Is the relation
But for her
What we think
What God declares
As the deepest sin
Means nothing at all
Freewill is her king
In this kingdom of fools
That she has found herself
At least for a time
Living in…



Beauty In The Bleeding
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.