Thursday, June 17, 2010

They show
Crackling in the furnace
Awaiting
For the obey

The crumbling signals the approach
The eyes sent the message
The heart is forgotten
The shatter signaled the death

A little girl alone
Her window intact
But for her father
Not

Ice burns her life
Knives tickle
Hate
Surrounds

Weird
Strange
Dumb
They called her

She was nothing compared to them
They were better
For they had
2

She was barely in 2nd
Her window melting
She knew no love
The devil made sure of that

Nothing
She knew was as it should
In 3rd her other left
No one

In 4th
She was “special”
Never the same
There were cracks


So cold
No one was there
In 5th
No one

Middle
Frost was forming on it
But it melted on
Frozen

High
Not cool
Hated
What for?

Collage
She tried
Failed cried

But from hate comes love
Someone talked back
The sun shined
The wind calmed

The ice came off
The butterflies flew
Her eyes lightened
Her clothes turned bright

He only said
One
Word
“Hey”

She lived
And died
Happy
In his arms

The window
May shatter
But the writing
remains

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