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skeletons
drama mama,
attention seeker
look at me
look at me
skeletons
tucked in dark closets,
but dont see
dont see
her lips
pursed
in pious indignation,
spitting out bile tipped
sharp poisoned barbs
fear ridden
terror stricken
will they know?
will they see?
deep dark recesses
cancerous pores
point the fingers
point the fingers
there look!
but not at me
not at me
golden child
chased
thru the night
words nipping
and tearing
with sharp edged teeth
struggling
falling
brought to her knees
see her
feel her
hear her pleas
green
bright eyes
piercing
staring
in righteous wrath
as drama mama
attention seeker
eye slitted and
sly
with joyous glee
fingers pointed
shrieks
"look at her
the golden one!
watch her fall
watch her burn
but dont see me
dont see me"
she tucks
skeletons
back into her closet
small child
crying
helplessly
drama mama,
attention seeker
grasping hands
reaching out
whispers
hoarsely
in the dark
"come to me
come to me
come to me"
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Alicia Winski
April 2007
My first poem
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| Smart move Tony. You can say you knew me when...*grin* |
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| Well it's in my library now... think I'd let this one get away.. nooo. :) |
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| Yes Tony,this was indeed my first poem. And yes, it might very well make a good performance piece if I can only dredge up the courage to perform it! Thank you for reading and commenting on it, I always appreciate it~ |
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| Drama queen or future professional poetess? I think the latter. I am amazed this is your first poem Alicia. It has performance poetry written all over it, and having heard your voice makes this all the more enjoyable. |
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| Thank you Renee....this was the very first piece I ever wrote and I'm very fond of it.... |
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