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Post by BlackRainbow on Apr 7, 2004 21:57:07 GMT -5
A rope braided By her own hand So tightly knotted For sin's demand
Alone in her room No tears are shown Just a blank face Her demand unknown
A sign of life Her eyes just moved Towards the ceiling She seems soo soothed
Eyes are focused On the black ceiling fan The whites of her eyes Her walls full of crayon
Taking the rope So tightly made She places it on To the ceiling fan blade
Around her neck The thick rope's noose Jumping off her stool The rope no longer loose
Hanging there... Still holding the braide Hanging in the air... From the rope that she made
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 7, 2004 22:42:18 GMT -5
wow...this is a really good piece...imagery is, although gruesome, very well done...great job...welcome to PoetClub
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Post by BlackRainbow on Apr 19, 2004 23:59:08 GMT -5
Yes , although i wrote this myself, it makes me sad when i read it, and i can see this little girl doing this as i read
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