Hair like corn silk, cropped short and choppy at her neck,
and eyes like a deep ocean before the strong winds.
Amidst the black storm lit with intensified electricity.
The thunder of an angry god makes the only sound,
aside from the laughter as it rips through her body,
full of pain, fear, and empty promises of myrth.
Her surroundings trap her on all sides.
The asylum, posing as her school stood at her back,
and the souls of of the dad forest taunt her.
Her clothes, now soaked through clung to every line and curve of her body.
Her bleache white hair, plasterered across her forhead and neck,
dripped with the hard cold rain that assaulted her.
She breathed in the heavy rain, feeling the new spring,
and the two things helped her forget,
her pain, fear, past, and her life seemed to dissapear.
Standing alone no one saw or care that the mascara running down her face,
was caused by a stream of tears of all that is lost.
Her palms faced the sky trying to grab the heavens and tear them down.
On the tip of her tongue lay everything she knew,
and it mixed with the rain and her lost dreams.
Closing her eyes the world spun as she turned dizzy circles in the field,
and as lightning lit her face and thunder broke the earth she opened them wide.
'Devon' she screamed ferociously to the heavens
'my name is Devon'
It hit her then.
Like water breaking a dam,
and she remembered,
as the world turned black,
a long time ago,
she was me.