Sunday, May 13, 2012

Dresden (part one)

She stares blankly
With cool glass eyes
Red painted lips
And black bow ties
Satin hair
Down to her knees
A silk corset
Holds in her screams
White porcelain skin
She has no flaws
Pretty pink polish
Hiding razor sharp claws

She never cries
She never laughs
She sits alone
The hours pass

A little girl
No more than six
Enters the shop
To take her pick
Her eyes light up
She's made her choice
"Time to go home,"
Her mother's voice

And as the girl straps her new doll in
Red painted lips begin to grin

I'm not sure what to call this one. (another poem)

This first one is very powerful, so um.. I don't know, be prepared or whatever. (this is me, being wordy :\ )

Daddy's standing in the kitchen
A cruel look upon his face
Yelling, oh so loudly
Features distorted with rage
I watch him hit my momma
See her crumple to the floor
Then he kicks her in the ribs
And she slams into the door

He tells her to get up right now
Says she doesn't even know
The pain he has in store for her
And he deals another blow

As I sit on the stairs and cry
I know there's nothing I can do
For this happens every day
It surely isn't new

But now there's something wrong
Something different than before
My momma just will not get up
She's lying still upon the floor
I curl myself into a ball
And tears roll down my face
I know that if I make a sound
I will take my momma's place