HER HONECHILE LIPS
AND GIRLISH SMILE
plastic teeth and shattered vision
SINGING SONGS
DANCING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
perhaps twisted faeries screaming in the night
SHE MAYBE...IMAGINED HER LOSS;
HER DISCOMFORT
breathing through your nose underwater
SLEEPING SAFE AND SOUND
IN A SATIN BED NICELY TUCKED IN
SECURE
some would call it suffocation
mutilation?
THIS HONEYCHILE,
DREAMING OF FANTASTICAL DESTINIES
AND TRIUMPHANT SURVIVAL
real life...
THOUGHT SHE WOULD WAKE
AT DAWN
TO MORNING BIRDS
(mocking birds)
AND DISAPPEARING IN THE NIGHT,
RUNNING AWAY.
BUT SHE WAS SO SWEET?
she was a tainted paper doll.

12/27/2001

Posted on 12/27/2001
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