Pretty, Dirty Dress
by Shy Leigh
"What's this on your dress?"
"Don't touch that, it's evidence."
She's just a crime scene to them.
She walks into the room
with white, white walls
and bright, bright lights.
..and the world goes on and on
hustle, bustle, moving on,
but she's still standing there,
her world on
She digs her nails into her hand,
God, sometimes I don't understand.
bites her lip, leans against the wall,
lets the tears begin to fall.
wraps her arms around herself,
closes her eyes, rocks herself.
"hush, my baby, don't you cry,
momma's gonna sing you a lullaby..."
she's just another lead to them,
something to further their investigation.
God heal me, God heal me,
I'm far too weak to carry on.
God help me, God help me,
The girl I once knew is gone.
Isn't it sad?
because of a man
she's just a
but she's already a
She grits her teeth
as she begins to pray,
Just help me make it
through another day.
she stands there
by blank walls
in her pretty,
just another piece
Posted on 12/09/2001
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by John Harder on 01/13/03 at 08:00 AM|
yes very sad indeed. it reminds me of "streets of despair" in my library. it's a lot different, but it just reminded me.
i like your writing. really makes me think.
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/11/03 at 04:24 PM|
This writing is very descriptive and has a story-like quality to it.. its also a very sad piece but the flow is perfect..
|Posted by Cole Miller on 10/28/03 at 05:27 PM|
the flow in this is great, i especially like that sadistic/statistic bit. very touching piece...
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 11/15/03 at 04:36 AM|
you've captured well that moment of the victim before documented revenge