Dead of Night
by Katie Lehman
Frantic and frigid
Snow crunching beneath worn down boots
Breath like smoke in front of my face
Time seems to slow
I am running
Away from the night
Toward the day
Blood trickles down my face
The taste of iron fresh on my lip
I am running
Away from the abuse
Toward the support
I am running
Away from the winter
Toward the summer
My fingertips grow numb
My blood stained lips turn blue
I don’t want to be running
To stop running was suicide
But to run too far too fast is too
The days are short
The nights are long
I am frantic and I am frigid
Pill bottles fumble between my frostbitten fingers
I cannot grip them, my hands are frozen
The pills are dumped into my hand
Powdered residue coats palm
As I move the tablets toward my mouth
I escape the abuse of others
By being the one to abuse myself
by Katie Lehman
Frantic and frigid
Snow crunching beneath worn down boots
Breath like smoke in front of my face
Time seems to slow
I am running
Away from the night
Toward the day
Blood trickles down my face
The taste of iron fresh on my lip
I am running
Away from the abuse
Toward the support
I am running
Away from the winter
Toward the summer
My fingertips grow numb
My blood stained lips turn blue
I don’t want to be running
To stop running was suicide
But to run too far too fast is too
The days are short
The nights are long
I am frantic and I am frigid
Pill bottles fumble between my frostbitten fingers
I cannot grip them, my hands are frozen
The pills are dumped into my hand
Powdered residue coats palm
As I move the tablets toward my mouth
I escape the abuse of others
By being the one to abuse myself
Katie Lehman is a 17 year old senior at Linganore High School with a passion for writing and art. She adores theater, animation, and music, and her personality is as colorful as her rainbow hair.
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