By Kelley Stephens
She is beautiful a recherché catastrophe.
Everyone would turn their heads and howl as she walked by.
She was like a rag doll screaming ‘love me love me’.
And they did,
Watch her as she limps back home
She will live in repetition to survive this way.
Feeling her stomach empty, the people took pieces of her when she wasn’t looking
She’s packing up, stiffening structures and she thinks this will get what’s inside, out.
Her mother is proud of her although she skips the gory bits.
She was reflected light in mirrors crying asking where he went.
This life wasn’t something she found solid enough to cling to.
She wanted to be chased; but good luck getting past all the junk.
Sleeping in the room she plays make-believe in, has become her world.
She knew she wasn’t very important even though they all coveted her gold.
The sex was easy, she was losing everything, they captured her unborn children.
She knew better, needed and wanted to be somewhere else, or someone…
Recklessly confused and falling.