Chapter 1
The smell of coffee drifts down the hallway to my bedroom. I flutter my eyes open to feel the warmth of the covers that surround my body. I look out the window to see that I left my curtains open again . Oh well . Glancing to the left a Beautiful butterfly appeared to me . I realized that the butterfly was a blue Monarch ( indigenous to North America) . The butterfly looks so free, floating about not caring.
I would love to be that free of worries . To be able to breathe again. Free from my cage . The morning sunlight beams down onto my exposed flesh. The warmth of the morning sunlight is calming to me . I stretch out my legs and arms to get up to my morning medicine. Such an pestering task yet it must be done . I’ll survive I guess . Pulling off the warm covers I shiver as the cool air hits my nude body . I guess I undressed in my sleep again. I look down to the scars against my thighs . Rolling my eyes of the stupidity of the past . Damaging my porcelain pale skin I dislike being compared to a glass fragile doll . So I’m covered in scraps and bruises from my clumsiness.
Grabbing the coffee I made before going back to sleep this morning and go back to this messy book you are reading now . I aspire to be a New York’s best selling Author. Gotta dream right ? Passing the full body mirror on my door I look at the mop of curls I call my hair . Looking closer into the mirror I see my nose bleeding red . I wipe the blood from my nose onto my hand slightly not caring . The smeared blood against my my pale skin looks almost like art . The red color stands out like a pop song at a funeral , like neon pink in black and white . I admire my canvas looking paint under my nose like paint
( please point out any spelling mistakes or grammar . I have been working on this poetry like book I guess for about six months . )
