Young Writers Project: Broken Heart
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By Samantha Van de Ven
Grade Ten, Woodstock Union High School
Rushed to a hospital bed
Hurried voices surrounded her
Beeps wave-lining and overlapping.
The doctors had seen this before.
They swept the hair from her face
And peeled back the layers;
A delicate present she was, wrapped up in all the wrong lies.
They found his dishonest words upon her skin, bacteria, a virus they said. This girl was love sick with the wrong kind of bug.
Her heart beat for the wrong kind of poison.
He'd poured potions of kissing in lightning storms and promises never kept.
His passionate touch was rough with her, his perceived caring was control.
They splintered back her ribs and found a pulse calling his name screaming why.
The doctors sang lullabies and attempted to still her.
She shook from the loss and disbelief that all had been unreal.
A pawn in a game, till death she trusted the player. She thought he was on her side, never an opponent.
The doctor squinted his forehead,
wrinkled and crinkled,
Scribbled upon his notepad
Declared the diagnosis:
Death by a broken heart.