Crimson Red

December 18, 2008
By Ruby DeFelice, Townshend, VT

Smiles on the outside
but pain is underneath
she doesn't understand why he beats and beats and beats
one night she just cant take it
she opens her window silently
try not to make a sound or he'll beat her violently
on the sill she's balanced then she lets it go
she falls it seems forever into the icy snow
there she lay almost unconscious
her eyes they do not cry
because she'd felt this pain before there was no more pain inside
no more tears no more voice
yet she cursed at the night sky
she thought it would have killed her but there she lay alive
she stood up very slowly
and started down the street
she didn't feel the icy snow sticking to bare feet...2pm they found her dead with a bullet through her head
but that soft white icy snow was now a Crimson Red.

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