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"The demons play hopscotch" by Narcissa

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The demons play hopscotch with the girl in my head
A frighten child beaten. I left her for dead.
Collared and tagged - thier new found pet
I abondoned my youth. This I regret.
One dangles her chain just out of my reach
Sucks on her innocence like a blood - thirst leech
"It wasn't your fault" I try to say
But the demons encircle her "Time to play!"
"Farmer in the dell or how about dolly"
Wincing she wispered "no" without folly
She seeks shelter in a starless canopy
Her stare of shamed horror clings to me
Instinctivly her thumb goes for her lips
A torn stained blanket remains in her grip
Perched on a windowless pane in a room with no door
She doesn't want the demons to play anymore
So in a box with no sky she is encased
and I consume a past that I can not erase


© 2007 Narcissa

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On Monday June 23rd, 2008, Aleas (135) writes:
It seems like we only remember in moments. Maybe we can make these next few something more powerful than the skeletons in our closet? Talk about a heartjerker of a last line.


On Sunday December 9th, 2007, An Expired Member (20) writes:
A haunting ordeal, wrapped delightfully


On Saturday November 10th, 2007, An Expired Member (46) writes:
It seems like you have been through alot in your life. It makes the poem unique and great.(no one could have wrote that as well as you)


On Tuesday September 11th, 2007, Please Press Reset (164) writes:
awwh, poor little girl. but wonderful write


On Tuesday September 4th, 2007, Mylissa (1130) writes:
intense, powerful, and tragic. well done.


On Tuesday September 4th, 2007, Circe Avalon (183) writes:
well I wish my inner child didn't run with demons. I like the playtime scenario. I can see it. Vivid.



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