A red dress,
Unconfined in the wind’s grasp.
Whipping like ocean waves,
Hugging her torso.
A runaway,
Atop a mountain cliff,
Abandoned.
Lost souls,
Grotesque and decaying,
Wear red.
A vibrant cry for help,
Craving attention.
Princes with white horses,
Never come.
A damsel in distress,
Her mind floods with misconception,
No savior in sight.
The bold statements,
Like a false smile,
Conceal broken minds.
James Bowie High School
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