Sally was a happy girl,
Tried to resolve
what was growing inside of her:
Resentment, non adjustment
such an inferiority complex...
But she cleaned up reasonably well
smiling through hell,
Riding razor slivers through
another picture glass window
on the other side,
the silent cruelty of sunlight
shines on,
with such utter indifference
this most miserable creature upon
such a churning planet of hurt
throwing insults with a glance,
Leveling the playing field of self worth
Sally was a happy girl,
dressed in black
with a vendetta so strong
Take out the community at length
any conceivable way,
with all her pent up strength,
Get on your knees and pray...
Author notes
written 2/26/08
A contest entry
- Pictures Inspired; Think Dark by Rose Dark Thorn.
900 points, ended February 27, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I like the story you have portrayed here. It reminds me of myself in younger years; pent up rage, solitude, and hating the world. We create much of our own misery by locking ourselves into cages at that age.
Personally, I felt the last line was not needed. It does not seem to match well with the rest of the stanza or the idea of the poem. However, I do like your descriptions and way with wording.
Thank you for entering.
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