A chain around her neck
Telling a story of her past.
Noot knowing when it'll come up
but she see's all the looks they cast.
They look upon the razor,
then look quietly on down
noticing the jacket
their expressions turn to frowns.
She never once will just start talking
but she'll wait for them to ask.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk
but she'll wait till their ready to remove the mask.
And when finally they do
she'll be ready to say,
all the things she kept in side
what's fighting to come out one day.
She'll tell them about what she used to be
and how she finally one the war
she'll tell them about the hard emotions,
the friendships, relationships it tore.
She'll tell them about her dead sister
and the loss of a daughter unborn
she'll tell them about the hidden secrets,
the smiles she had worn.
But not until they ask,
and not until she's sure.
They're ready to hear about her past
until their ready to understand more.
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by piccola.
900 points, ended January 16, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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very wise not to make explanations until she's comfortable with people. I imagine a razor like that would cause some stares. thank you for your entry.
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This is a good write... but, there's quite a few spelling/grammar mistakes.
This poem is quite sad and you can almost feel her pain. -
this is a great write and i really liked i
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