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Emily learns to Fly
Contributed by
clayman
on
Friday, 18th December 2009 @ 02:29:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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She sits, singing by the bed
where daddy chained her down.
Shakes subside to quivering
when he stares, watching, waiting.
Undenounced.
The flowers by the window never die.
Her only hope at sanity
immortalised in plastic.
Why should she cry
when they are always smiling?
He grunts, pleased.
Her song almost over
signals his turn for fun.
This ritual has grown
all too familiar.
She thinks back to a time
of puppies and dresses, ribbons.
A time where freedom meant
running in the rain.
A time that never existed
keeps her mind away
from his sweaty hands,
his force.
The ragged corners of her mind
grows smaller each second,
unable to accept another split
of herself.
She is the flower that never sleeps.
The blossom so numb.
Then one day Emily grew wings.
She kept on smiling
when he slapped her around.
Her sky blue eyes never fluttered
as he stood on her chest,
forcing a response.
Insanity lends escape,
a metamorphosis of sorts.
She was no longer inside
her shell.
Finally free.
-Svw
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clayman
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2009-12-18 02:29:53]
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Re: Emily learns to Fly
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by laststarontheleft on
Friday, 18th December 2009 @ 10:02:33 AM AEST
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This made my heart want to crack in two,
What a horrific theft of innocence & of a pure mind.
A very haunting piece, well written...
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