Juliet is bleeding.
Look! There!
In the shadows she lies.
Her soul is in shambles,
Her heart, it is shattered,
The tears escape her eyes.
Can't you hear her?
She is sighing, bleeding.
Can't you feel her?
She is hurting, needing.
Tears rain down
As her fortress of hope
Falls around her,
Her dreams do burn.
She longs to escape
This world of pain
As her spirit weakens,
Her thoughts do churn.
And what of her Romeo?
Where is he?
By his bleeding lover?
There he should be.
But err of words and err of ways
Crush the soul, destroy the day.
Misunderstandings cause decay,
The bonds of love they rot away.
Will Juliet escape her
I paced back and forth like a caged animal, gnashing my teeth in impatience. I jerked my white hair roughly behind my ear as the flashbacks hit me, bringing me to my knees. The hot, clear liquid of my tears dripped slowly from my fingertips, staining my pants a darker shade of brown.
Peeking out from the bushes where I hid, I smirked. 'They'll never find me here'. We were playing "Hide and Seek" in the Meadow, the forbidden place, while our parents hunted for food. I nestled down into the brush, making myself comfortable for the long wait. Not one of my siblings or friends had yet found my hiding place in the only bush smack in the middle of