Red

She said I was red. Red?
Red like the rose?
So did that make me dangerous..or noble?
Red like passion.
Does this make me provocative..or lovely?
Red like blood.
Am I angry..or wounded?
Red like silk.
Am I ruby..or scarlet? Or maybe I'm crimson?
Red like heat.
Am I fiery..or thermal?
Red like rust.
So I must be burnt out..or am I vintage?
She said I was Red.
Who am I?

The Fall

Double zero jeans and a size small shirt.
One look in the mirror, she saw grotesque.
Her insides screaming for food,
Her emotions driving it away.
Tears flowed into the pillow, dampening it.
With shaky hands gripping the blade,
Through and through thinking,
"This is the last time."
She pressed it against her wrist.
No longer velvety and pale, but striped and bumpy--
With years of scars to tell her story.
Before breaking skin for the final time, thinks,
"When have I fallen, and when will I get up?"

They Called Her Jac.

      Jac sat there on the bench wathcing passerbys at the park. She sat cross-legged, with her hands resting in her lap--conveniently keeping her wrists inward. Dressed in simple sweats and a tank top, it was a warm day with a slight breeze. She wasn't texting like normal teens do, she didn't have her phone at all. Jac didn't want to talk to anyone. A few people gave her a polite "Hi", she forced out on in return. She gazed at a small little girl, laughing as her parent pushed her on the swing. The little girl was no more than two. Jac desperately wnted to smile. Wanted to feel the warmth in her heart like the child did. But she didn't. Jac didn't know the last time she felt that. One particular child walked towards her with a curious look. Jac broke eye contact and studied the clouds. The child would never figure Jac out. Never. You could only figure Jac out through her eyes. If you are lucky enough to even get that close.

Welp.

This is my first post of my new blog!! I have created this for my creative writing class and am excited to share my writings with you all! Feel free to read & comment:)