[Poem] No Regrets
2011-04-17 @ 11:11 p.m.
there isa girl
(thirteen)
she lingers, recalling what
stands
behind her,
and fearing what
stands
before.
she remembers with blood
on her hands
and
she imagines with
tears
on her lips.
they taste like salt.
they taste
like
blood.
there is
a girl
(white)
she scrubs the stains from her clothes
with cheeks red
as
roses
and she cries,
she
cries,
afraid,
ashamed,
and
regretting, she
stays on her knees,
crawls on
her knees so
the stones scrape and bruise.
there is
a girl:
she wears a silver chain,
a pretty silver chain
around
her
neck and
the crucifix is
weighty,
as heavy
as a casket, as heavy
as a coffin
full of bones.
it hangs like a collar
on her breasts,
above
the skin
he touched and
the heart that pounds
the heart that sounds like
running feet.
there is
a
(girl)
there
is
a "girl."
there is a
she tries
to take.
and she tries
to take
it
off.