Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Night, Beautiful.

Dancing in and out, in and out of the haze,
a gaze of a dark shadow alone.
Footsteps echo the hallways of her heart.
Silly girl, she is just another unknown.

Whisper to the stars not to shine tonight
but they sparkle like dew on the blades.
No one hears what is not truly there
behind locked doors and drawn shades.

Fingers twist into her honeysuckle hair,
tugging, pulling, ripping, screaming to feel.
Yet the scene is as numb as ice in a soul
and time has passed too long to heal.

Who are you to judge a tortured pet
of a sick child playing in the sky?
Forced birth, forced life, chosen death.
And no one will ever ask why.

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