Off the Wall, Oddly Enough

The locket hangs down to where her heart should be. Her picture’s smile doesn’t mean anything, even there she’s trying so hard (and at the same not at all) to flee. They’re only the memories of what she had, and what she’s lost. Her hands are beating against the glass, but she’s just as silent there. Keep quiet, don’t tell, fingers crossed. She says you should have known. Please tell,the secret is ringing inside you, you, the silent bell. The lined paper screams out what she can’t bring herself to say. Lead scratches match the scars on her arms, all colors fade by the end of the day. Please, please. Silence can’t last. The locket is broken like everything else, shattered like her thoughts and heart, shredded like her pictures and the past.