Tuesday, October 24, 2006

With feather steps she walks through this place barely making a sound
Barely barely
Just enough so that you hear her
Do you do you?
Enough to whisper
Hush baby hush
Don’t make such a racket.

Don’t shush her!
Turn around! Face her!
Tell her her purpose!

Be quiet, exist, but don’t do
Until you are told to
Do what you are told
Not what you are not
I repeat
Again and again and again.

Grant my wishes.

For you are my Tinkerbelle
My pocket princess
My light in a glass jar.

I will hide you away
Till I want to play
Then I’ll be on my way

Not now.


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