Her caramel eyes
Reflect a
Desperate
Hunger
Yearning
Craving
For a love she doesn't have names for.

Her pale skin
Aches for more
Than a frigid touch
From countless men
Who know nothing of her
Technicolor soul which
Enraptures me
Effortlessly.

Her fingertips yearn
For a greater purpose.
They were destined for so much more
Than tearing through the sour skin
On the backs of the blind
Malicious
Men who will
Never see her.

Meant for more
Than hesitant grips on razorblades
Decorated with a thin shimmer
Of her beloved
Fairy dust

Each small particle of glitter
Helps hold her together
Who knew you could buy happiness
In a ziplock baggie?

Perhaps happiness isn't quite the word I'm looking for
It's a momentary solace
but a sanctuary nonetheless.
Temporary relief
From a permanent, dismal stress.
The tears which form at the
Corners of her rich caramel eyes
Are watercolors at best
Oil paints and markers
Which set her soul at rest
I wince as they fall.

@#*&% SPLASH! @#*%&^

Upon my furry head
My big black plastic eyes
See nothing but rainbow waterfalls cascading
Over my velvet nose.
Her small, frail arms surround me
And squeeze me
Hold me tight.

I can only hope I serve
As some sort of stronghold.
Just so she can make it through tonight.
Those selfish men can't see her
The way I do now
And those silly fairies with their magic dust can't picture
Her fast asleep in her nightgown
Chocolate hair braided and accentuated with bright pink bows
Holding tight to her Technicolor Teddy

The only one who knows.

12/04/2006

Posted on 12/04/2006
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