And the moon shone bright.
The wind was a whisper
On that warm spring night.
All of the parents
And children in bed.
One teenage girl
With wild thoughts in her head.
Run to the city
Chase her dreams and hopes.
A fantasy of a new life
Is how she copes.
Her boyfriend of new
Is on the phone.
Something’s not right
She knows by his tone.
The cat is meowing
And the dog’s sound asleep.
Alone in her room
The girl starts to weep.
She hangs up the phone
After he does, of course.
Her heart is breaking
He shows no remorse.
She’ll teach him this time
He’s not the first to do this to her.
On a starry blue night
Her mind starts to stir.
Pills, guns,
Razors or knives.
So many teenage girls
Have taken their lives.
But she’s not like them
She’s going to be bold.
She’ll teach them all a lesson
Her story will be told.
Blood on her arms,
Her clothes and the floor.
Blood on the phone
And blood on the door.
She’d tried to call him
To show him her pain.
She’d changed her mind and wanted help
Her efforts in vain.
She hits the floor with a thud
The noise goes unheard.
All the parents and children
And none of them stirred.
The dust bunnies danced
And the moon shone bright.
The wind was a whisper
On that warm spring night.
Age 17