Submissions by Dusk_Everheart (Anne-Marie Burgess)

I watch as they form a line walking to the mouth the Earth has opened in the ground
for the being that can no longer live.

In the distance a bell tolls.

I watch them lower this person's last resting place into the hole of open dirt where
they will bury this person and they will no longer be seen by the day's light or their
loved one's eyes.

The bells tolls louder.

This is a march of death, a black parade, a crime of loss; "Good-bye" is all you say to
the on whom you simply put down in the Earth? Have you no respect for them...

"I think we should just be friends-- It'll be better for us."

These words cut through the air and slice me, cutting me deeply in the heart. I stare at the girl in front of me through my dyed black hair, she couldn't be seriously doing this-- After everything she was really going to end everything just like that.

"B-but I love you."

She doesn't believe me and looks away, she's wearing my hoodie-- How dare she end our love and still wear my hoodie. I can't be her friend if she does this to me, I can't be anything except gone. I want to die right...

Inside of her womb, in her make-shift leech jar she sits and plays her only salvation. She talks to the imaginary friends that like to come for tea, and then she sits and tries to write poetry avoiding her parents as best as she can. Her father who screams at her to be normal and her mother who pays no mind to her at all, the one friend she has (except for the imaginary ones) is her brother. He protects her and takes care of her as best as he can, and she loves him for this. She is cursed and plagued with the disease on Manic Depression, trapped inside of her antisocial mind she is left alone...

Are you happy now that I feel as if heart has been ripped from my chest,
as if you had just cut it open with a piece of broken glass?

Did you think we wouldn't miss you as you laid there and wasted away,
even though we asked and we begged you "Please, please stay"?

Why did you do this, as if we wouldn't care even though you were my last
answer to a lost and forgotten prayer?

So please answer me...

I would appreciate this...

Was leaving us the only solution,
just lying yourself for rest?

Are you happy now? Are you...

This is the story of a girl named Dusk;
who's sanity was blinded and broken of trust.

Dusk was quiet and lonely you see
writing words so her pain would ease.

But sometimes she couldn't take in the world,
always by herself the lonley quiet girl.

Until her death toning silence finally got the best,
turning on those she loved and lying them to rest.

Blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor;
covered in blood she answers the door.

"It's the police" they say and look at her red stained dress
looking to each...