Scarlet

Scarlet hair a mess,
burning scarlet cheeks,
scarlet heart pounding,
scarlet blood running.
Standing in front of the mirror she could only see the flaws outlined in scarlet.
But what a beautiful soul she held in such a fragile frame.
An angel trapped in death's grasp.
Glimmering eyes that held so much promise sank into transparent skin.
A pearl darkened by the ones she dared to love.
Every day I see her growing weaker, brittle bones and distant gazes.
I feel as though she is long gone, a ghost slipping between my fingertips.