one morning i
forgot who/what i
thought you were, and
took from you the
thing that tormented me so.
and when you cried out
(it was rather a large knife)
i laughed, and
crooned the songs we
made up as girls.
mine now
is it still
teeming with the
brilliat plans and
crammed with jealousy, or
did those leave, along with
the light that hid in your
eyes?
you're not in control
but if you're good, i'll
let you roll across the floor tonight.
my sister...
Author notes
this will only make sense if you see the picture.
A contest entry
- Dolls and blood and broken dreams by MissStranger.
450 points, ended June 22, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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3xBravo!
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