Glass rose

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,

So…

I am dead tissue....
a scar.
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.
Unwanted.
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.
Alone forever.
Cold to the touch.
Feels nothing at all.