The scarf sways in the wind, a single reminder drifting off to the clouds above.
The silky fabric flaps against her pale skin, blending with the colours of the setting sun, as it is carried higher by her graceful white wings
Her hair still set in curls
The rose still placed behind her ear
The scarf still tied around her neck
Hiding the purple bruises
The wind catches her newly found wings and she is off
No longer bound to the ground by invisible chains
Off towards her new home in the clouds
Where she will live in peace
Away from the whispers in the school hall
Away from the lying, cheating, betraying world below
To a place where she can live without fear of what tomorrow will bring
Out of the shadow of her self
Where her secrets can be her own and a single scarf is nothing more than warmth
But as we watch the silk drift farther and farther up towards the blinding castle in the sky
We know it will always represent so much more
That the bruises on her neck weren’t caused by any hands but her own
And whenever we see a scarf we will always think back to the life that was ended much too young
And we will remember every breath she took
And most of all
We will miss her
The silky fabric flaps against her pale skin, blending with the colours of the setting sun, as it is carried higher by her graceful white wings
Her hair still set in curls
The rose still placed behind her ear
The scarf still tied around her neck
Hiding the purple bruises
The wind catches her newly found wings and she is off
No longer bound to the ground by invisible chains
Off towards her new home in the clouds
Where she will live in peace
Away from the whispers in the school hall
Away from the lying, cheating, betraying world below
To a place where she can live without fear of what tomorrow will bring
Out of the shadow of her self
Where her secrets can be her own and a single scarf is nothing more than warmth
But as we watch the silk drift farther and farther up towards the blinding castle in the sky
We know it will always represent so much more
That the bruises on her neck weren’t caused by any hands but her own
And whenever we see a scarf we will always think back to the life that was ended much too young
And we will remember every breath she took
And most of all
We will miss her
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