I don’t want anyone to see inside this messy room. There are
stuffed animals in my closet that serve as skeletons, And the
eyes of poster men and women watch me. 

There is a body in my room, 
I wipe the blood clean off the floor and push 
All evidence underneath my bed. 
Poetry, the color blue, and stories I’ll 
Leave untold. 

Mother, Father 
I promise the body in the bed is mine. 
Who else would it be? 
Except the body of the little girl you always raised me to be. 

Up the stairway— the door to the left 
Opens to this room 
And there is the body of that little girl I knew. 

Mother, Father 
I’m sorry for what I’ve done. 

I have killed your little girl.

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Hermes Falcon is an 18 year old high school graduate with a passion for writing.