Blurred

                          

Svelte little girls are running in circles
behind my eyes.
When I was blind everything was a blur

• thin ankles looked thick.

My hair is falling out with the lines of age,
the lies of age and I hear a snicker behind my back.
I use to enjoy that snicker now it is a poison bullet.

Pretty bones and soft brown hair
and the dreams they promised to prepare.
I feel deflated.
I use to be fire.
Am I part of the exclusivity now?
I'm left waiting.

There is no reply.
...
...

There never will be til the day I die.
My lips are always painted but the colour as changed.
My pretty bones- milky white and raised.
How easy it was to return to default.
When imagination comes to a grinding halt.
You lied to me- your perfection
is obscene.
No one said you wake me from my dream.

 

By Danielle Searby.

31^st of May, 2009.

Author's Note

Any constructive criticism is welcome.