Triple Platinum Record Level
Registered: Jan 2004
Location: Downtown Nowhere
'Little Girl Old'
I don't think I verbalised the end well but meh,
'Little Girl Old'
The curtains flap against the windowsill,
The window, opened to voice some hope for air.
It's chilly but it's left to fuel the drafts,
The room inside is derelect of care.
Theres ambers burning in the next room down the hall.
There's heat there deep inside the stacks of books.
But back inside the chamber left in cold,
A girl ignores the constant sideways looks.
The sheets are crisp and white upon her bed,
She sits upon the floor thats made of tiles.
Her hands finger the ribbons sat on her lap,
They ripple through the shades of blue and golds.
Her hair cascades in curls down by her cheeks,
The perfect way to hide away the tears,
That drip down close beside her teddy bear.
Whose seen everything that she's seen
All these years.
Decades past now and his fur has left in clumps,
He's missing one eye now and his smile
Is wonky from the time she tried to sow
Him back together to wile away the time.
She doesn't care that people find it strange
At thirty, how she still keeps him close to hand,
He's the only one that knows the truth,
That can look her in the eye and not reprimand.
She loves him even though he's far from clean,
She can understand that dirty feeling too
And sees the patches of his stuffing bare,
She figures thats how she looks sometimes here too.
Her frock is stained with food and god knows what,
She's never really kept up with the times,
Her ankle socks and sandals are not so new,
But fashion where she is is hard to find.
She hears the whispers once more down the hall,
She fidgets and she pulls down at her wrists.
For at this zoo it's nearly visiting time,
A time which she would gladly try to miss.
She pulls the bracelet thats fastened round her wrist,
She holds the teddy safe under her arm,
The words emblazened on the plastic cuff,
Will never leave no matter how much she tugs, alarmed
Her name, her doctors and her allergies,
They say too much about her when they come.
So when she can't remove them once again,
She sinks deep back inside her mind, succumbs.
When the vistors enter her room,
And shut the window, killing all the cold.
They find her with a grin framed by her curls,
A little girl whos never felt so old.
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