She sleeps in white satin
And powder filled dreams-
Dead she is free from the creams
Of those living vermin-
The ones that left her
To strike a match, and choke
As the nursery filled with smoke-
Full of drugs they cry now-
Wishing they were dead instead
Author notes
Pic credit to go to Mark Ryden
http://www.markryden.com/paintings/index.html
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Lil-Bit Crazy.
600 points, ended May 18, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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regrets i wish they had but they dont... great write.. here.... thank you for sharing... and entering.. good luck in contest..
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THANK YOU, AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRONZE
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