Limestone Girl

Limestone girl you crumble

Fragments of you tumble

Saltwater plummeting on the sidewalk

Little oxygen left to waste on talk

Mind like a landfill

Broken glass, just be still

Sort through this trash you call a brain

Is there still some good that got soaked in the rain?

Limestone girl, pieces of you on the bed

Have all the good memories fled?

Winds so fierce, swept away

No matter how much glue, things do not stay

Lines to faults

Memories disperse from vaults

Band-Aids, they become unstuck

Fall off, revealing the muck

Limestone girl, you are broken

Not a single word you have spoken

She knows that she doesn’t want to be fixed anymore

Like some toy found in the two-dollar store

She is done with the adhesives, they all come undone

She wants to stop this game, she’s not having fun

Sitting in the darkness, engulfed by the echoes of midnight

Ghosts of the past drifting out of sight

Days gone by hang over you like a hooded figure of death

They will strangle you until there is no breath

Limestone girl, yes you worry me

Drag yourself to the kettle, make some tea

She pulls out a knife

There’s good in life

So, the knife goes back in the kitchen drawer never to be seen

Cringing thinking of the blades gleam

It is times like these when she needs a moment to reconsider

Why she chooses to sit in silence and let herself wither?

Often, she sits in the aftermath of a war-zone

Decaying thoughts of flesh and bone

If her thoughts were a living creature, she knows they would be a beast

On the good things they would feast

Limestone girl, into the mound of waste you will slip

Your good clothes you will rip

The world can be malice and unkind

Though, there are still treasures you will find

Under the dirt is where goodness grows

When consumed nutrition flows

In the dark caves is where crystal thrives

Standing tall or hanging from caverns like beehives

In the mouth of an absurd creature from waters below

A pearlescent sphere will glow

Limestone girl, look at me

There is so much you can be

Stone is stone, no matter how small

We all have times when we will fall

If everyone stayed down because they fell

This world would be a living hell