He spun addiction from passion
Composing poetic lines and metaphoric colors
He molded an image from the lyrical whispers of his crippled mind
A voice tuned from piano keys spoke inside his inebriated madness...
"I'm only pretty on paper"
With the warning ignored
He sculpted an angel of bone china ivory
With wings as red as Hell itself
And the stare of artic isolation
perpetually posed
reaching for stars
that never existed
...he awoke sober clutching the doll
Hysterically laughing at the product of his insanity
He snapped her neck and yet he could still
hear her
"Thank you for finding me a.mus(ing)
I told you Im only pretty on paper"
© 2008 Narcissa
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