Friday, 4 February 2011


She's sitting on black stair
With lonely
no curls in hair

She's pulling at dolly
Subverting the pain
her body broken

No more than a frame
Hiding in shadows
avoiding ice fingers and shame

A fragile head
made out of glass
filling with excuses
the reasons for red

Praying for a hero
someone to see past

She prays harder each night
with questions of why

Eyes shut tight

Dreaming of justice

Her hand twisting the knife

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