I heard someone crying, maybe it was me
I saw a girl in my house last night with hunched shoulders and hazel eyes that screamed “help me” but her lips trembled and only made a soft cry; late November nights found their way through the bricks yet she did not dare ask for a jacket for when your mind is crumpled up and frosted over you find comfort in the months when the leaves do the same. It was four in the morning and her whispers called out “save me can you save me” and god I tried I really did but when I brought out my arm her pale hand could not reach me, only imitate my own and suddenly I heard her cries louder and louder “i’m dying why won’t you look at me” vocal chords ripping they were stretching the walls out and the ceiling up and I didnt even know who she was I tried to “make it stop” I knew she could not talk she could not move she needed me but my hands were getting cold pressed to her chest “I’m trapped, dear god just get me out” she pierced the tile floor wjth tears; and as she stared back at me from the bathroom wall her lips were bleeding and her cheeks were wet but all I could do was stop biting and wipe my eyes.
