We scream at calm surfaces, hoping to shatter glass.
Desperately searching for arms to carry us through the pane.
We stomp the lucite surfaces, leaving deep wounds to obscure our view.
Hoping to change our perspective, to show you something real.
Dragging our nails across the blackboard.
Biting at the backs of your heels.
Screaming until our lungs bleed.
All to be seen.
All to be understand.
All to be known.
Silly girl
Pretty girl
Angry girl with the curls
Sit upon
Spit upon
Curly girl with the magic wand
Laughed at
Taken back
Girl with the curls, move on
You make me feel foolish
Words of truth behind my back
Lies spoken to my face
My heart is racing and my stomach churns
So many times I've asked you
So many times you've misled me
You make me feel foolish
Loving with reckless abandon
Lusting with cloudy eyes
My insides drop out and my ears ring
So many times like this
So many times promised it would stop
You make me feel foolish
Trusting your reassurance
Turning around with a knife in my back
My mind is cracking and my judgement is blank
So many times I've wilted
So many times I've been reborn
How many times do I sit and listen?
How many times do I listen to your lies?
How many more days must I sit with your sickness?
How many more days do I hold on?
Sometimes I shake cold bodies
Sometimes I wake the dead
We whisper, hidden & unnoticed
Speaking silent tongues
I ask questions already answered
I shed the same ten tears
Their cold embrace sours
I throw my head back in horror
I wake & they recede
Silent, searching for your logic
Head filled with angry choirs
You threw the bricks and ran
Needing to release the venom you pumped into my veins
Staring out the windows
Bright blue sky
Everything changing faces
I feel color blind
Cloudy eyes search landscape
Tired mind throws rocks
Searching for the key
I need to pick this lock
Oh innocence, sweet things are gone from you
Lost, they wander
Searching for their home
Pink ribbons flap in the wind
Once white dresses now dingy & brown
Ruffles tangled at the hem
Their knees scraped & bloody
Dirt caked under their nails
One shoe on, one shoe gone
Their hopeful eyes search vacant hills
