Literature
Why
She sits on the corner of her bed.
Her arms wrapped around herself; rocking
back and forth. Green eyes are glazed,
she's far away from her room.
Books lots of books. Books upon books,
covering the walls. She gazes across
the room at her sister. Sleeping, blessedly
unaware of the screaming right outside their door.
As the screaming rises in volume
her arms tighten their hold.
Music, loud music. Pulsing, drowning
out any noise and thoughts.
She hears her name enter the fight
and she bows her head, tears flowing
down her face.
It's bright. There's not a shadow
on the ground.
Failure, she not sure if they are talking
about her but her hea