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Lullaby
A petal turned inside out. A translucent umbrella Thoroughly soaked by a concoction Of manipulation and eyeliner. Attempt to absolve the innocent from a sentence of constant screaming A God fearing man turns his hunting rifle toward his own face. And just like that. An introduction to the real world. Where balloons are burst and streets are silent. Songs muffled and teddy bears Soaked. In salt. The window ignores her reflection. Green garnish on the walls. Can almost see the lines of fingernails running down. Silence. She is coming. Sleeping? Pretending. No longer wondering why there is no reward for her lost molars. Because fairytales don't exist. And evil incarnate is creeping down the hall. Please silence the light that shines under the doorway. Turn it out. She prays. Clinging to beads handed down by the enemy. But it will be just the beginning of this young girl's night. Emotional garbage dumped on a virtuous soul. Or, should we say, recycled? No wonder she never liked mornings. ŠEMF 8/4/09
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