by Rachel Carter

Created on: August 15, 2009

too long ago was she
chasing after imaginations
created in her mind and
living in her world.
robbed, stolen, thieved,
beggar - liar, pervert,
twister of the truth. don't laugh
no, child, it's time to cry.
block it from your memory,
bury it deep inside, never
show it. let it fester.
he had his hands over
her innocent, naive eyes. tiny flame growing
into a forest fire. once it
starts, it will never stop.
discard sympathy.
robbed, stolen, thieved.
beggar - liar, pervert.
what words can she say now,
besides yes.
down the time line,
and it repeats. different figure -
same deadly deed of disgust.
subtle acts of sickness, not
recognized by her young eyes.
gun to cheek, a twisted game
of Russian roulette.
the corner of two windows
blocks her view of the
outside.
it will always stay
that way.

Learn more about this author, Rachel Carter.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.