Sophie Alice has not received any gifts yet
A rose stands on the window sill 30cm tall
elegant thorns twist around its delicate glass stem.
The sun reflects a spectrum though its fragile glass petals
black storm clouds roll into the sky and the clouds burst
rain bouncing off the cold tarmac
like tiny little diamonds
a woman sits at the window crying
her tears falling in time with the rain
each tear leaving a silver trail down her pale face
She rests her hand on her…
He stands there, over her bed
he listens to her breathing, her heart beat
he strokes her face gently the little girl doesn't know he's there
a few tears crawl from her closed eyes down her face
he wipes them away with a silk handkerchief
and reaches into her mind and scoops out her nightmare
he puts it in a tiny bottle & into his satchel
the girl smiles her dreams nice again as he stands guard over her bed...
all night protecting her from harm and…
I have self respect,
So I must be a slag.
I have mostly A-C grades,
So I must be stupid.
I love my family,
So I must not want them in my life.
I take pride in my appearance,
So clearly I think I'm better than everyone.
I love my weight,
So I must think I'm a model.
I hate my weight,
I must be anorexic.
I hate dieting,
I must be obese.
I wear baggy clothes,
So I must be pregnant.
I wear tight clothes,
I am dead tissue....
On the face of society.
Dead but connected,
to the living.
A reminder of bad times.
Pain, hurt, sorrow, ugly,
I am a scar,
To my family.
Praying that I fade in time.
I may fade but....
I will always be there,
a permanent blotch,
on the fragile skin,
Of a damaged society.
Cold to the touch.
Feels nothing at all.