Thin Beauty Can't Hold Much Pain.A Poem by RonnieBreighthe is her eyelid. blocked from view a child lay shaking. a soft sheet of darkness creeps over it's body.
eyelids close over her mind. soft and delicate. thin beauty can't hold much pain.
translucent. dry.
painted bright yellow. to try to bring happiness into a place where happiness is rare.
the soft sheet creeps up over the child's face. the eyelid shuts tighter. she doesn't can't won't see.
the child is dying. her eyes are crying. but her eyelids are keeping the two from sweet meeting.
when the darkness sinks back into it's hole. and the child is gone forever. the eyelid creeps open.
but only after painting the eye bright yellow. to match it's own twisted form of fake happiness.
they tell each other everything is perfect and fine. and that's all that matters. © 2010 RonnieBreightAuthor's Note
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