Inner Child Abuse

By Echo

A bloody finger painting is all that remains
of a girl
who was seen just the other day;
waiting to dance in the rain
with a pink umbrella on a sunny day.

Make-up running down her face.
Tears without rain are such a waste.

She used to play hopscotch,
but can't anymore.

Like a paper doll,
crushed and faded;
singed and tore;
choking on the ashes,
because no one loved her anymore.

Paper tears, and it burns,
but cannot bleed or cry.
The lovely girl you turned to paper
is much more fragile-
Why?

She hears the lullabies you forgot to cry.
She bleeds,
and when you least expect it-
Dies.

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© 2005 Echo
Published on Wednesday, November 30, 2005.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: very well done. this really made me think. nice job. ~ red.

  • CorruptedLittleGirl On Saturday, February 10, 2007, CorruptedLittleGirl (243)By person wrote:

    I really like the images this evoked. The ending is (appropriately) abrupt. A truly interesting piece.

  • Mylissa On Sunday, November 12, 2006, Mylissa (825)By person wrote:

    This was very deep, I enjoyed it very much. So passionate...extreme.

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