Tears

• Alanah Berglund, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

The
Storm
Is brewing.
Soft words won’t
Stop this flood from releasing.
Black, cheap mascara bleeding down
Her face like watercolour paint. The knife
Tempting her with every heavy breath and her
Wrists are stained with stripes of scarlet. It can
End at any second. Drip drip, they count
Down to her final moments,
Drip drip.