Reads: 136  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
To a friend

Submitted: February 16, 2008

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 16, 2008



"A young girl who swore that people were spying on her from all of the lighting fixtures."

And they're, all around me
in a white tuxedo under the Matte ceiling.
They'll hear me when i stab my doll till
it says it loves me; like a mother would teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate the perfect stranger.
The ones that know that the next morning i'll convulse
on the floor.

Turn off the light, i kind of like it
they can't hear me anymore nor
can they torment my soul.
I'll undress into my gown and a slipper on the able foot;

till God plays the final que.

© Copyright 2018 ElijahGagne. All rights reserved.

Booksie 2018 Poetry Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by ElijahGagne

Popular Tags