throw-away girl

just a new poem

throw-away girl

she sits on the step bruning her soul out in little filaments
why do you resist the sunrise?
unimportant.
the world knows she's not special.
and she forgets that she is loving.
she forgets that she is beautiful.
and every drag is solidifying
her soul is concrete
dragging her down.
paper wings can't fly
can't lift the weight.
she stares into her own oblivion
hollow.
perfect.
she smiles to resist the sunrise.
she cuts psalms into her arms
cuts arias into the evening sky.
she talks to god in hushed away tones
she cries.
and the world walks by.
the war floats on
the sky falls down.
she sings under the stars
epic songs of love and blood
she divulges.
singular.
she tells the stories
the world her secrets
and no one knows the words
her mouth is moving without the sounds
some picture filled splice together in sloppy rendition with life.
and she screams at the sunrise.
the spewing bloody sunrise, tension red and spread over wire.
she falls on the steps
arms leaking dirty water
tears all ashy of rust
she's the ghost of a girl.
she calls on lovers long gone and left in the dusty trails of midnight
throw-away girl with her hair all a mess
thrown away girl with her nails in the dirt
her skirt tails' shirt tail vermon filled
all dirty with the soot of the world.
tumultuous picture frame empty and unloved
sitting beside a pile of lonely bones.
broken-lovely girl with your flower box face
angel of the street lamps
thrown away girl
angry with flame and fury and blazing heat
heart all a-rage inferno and glory
thrown away girl
in beauty.
you believe me.
please believe me.
please believe in me.