Posted by ElaineM on August 11, 2006, at 7:20:11
Equivocating. Monotone.
The world surrounds - she's still alone.
And though her words are bland and weak,
They mask a heart that hungers deep.The days repeat. The fear -- It feeds,
On guilt for wanting, shame of needs.
With shadows from an earlier age,
She's locked in an imagined cage
And what becomes of one so frail?
Afraid to win. Afraid to fail.
The minutes mock, and hours haunt,
The monster in the mirror taunts.While through the pictures on her shelf,
Reflections of a former self,
Weep for her, with silent cries;
For bony limbs. For sunken eyes.A heart so warm -- A past so cold.
A shape so young -- A face so old.
Dressed and painted like a doll.
Lying down before she'll fall.Till all that's left are only token
Memories of her -- body broken.
Victor, in her mind gone wild.
Immortalized, forever-child.
poster:ElaineM
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