Burnt

There is a burning echo in my head
Get help
Get help

Searing my flesh horribly
My mind is flailing

Bring water I call
Bring help

No one comes

Move 
Get help
Get help

It suddenly doesn’t hurt anymore

Get help

And then it is cold

Get help
Get help

I scream bloodcurdlingly, a dying, last breath scream

Get help 
Get help

Help doesn’t come

I sigh, relax

And my repetition is broken beautifully

 

Frostbite

VA

16 years old

More by Frostbite

  • A mask

    My favorite earring
    Metal bicycles dangling 
    More like tangling in my long hair
    Little blue beads surrounding the rim
    Encasing the empty tire like a fountain
    My worn down Vans
    Patterned like an atlas map
  • Why?

    I witness injustices often now. How come when we learned about the thirteenth ammendment they just "forgot" to mention how it turned the prison system into slavery?