Thursday, March 17, 2011

Call



The dining room was so long,
a shape and not a form.

The first time,
 I ran from myself and just adorned.

I stared at me, fell to my knee,
as matches lit with cardboard rip,
held down his head,
I filled with dread,
as flames began to burn.

Ladder back chair, china stare,
the men grabbed his hair,
my pants were not opaque.

With shoulders pressed,
with hands so stressed,
I blew out the flame over there.

Repeat the stare,
repeat I bare,
repeat, repeat, repeat it all.

I dare.

No, I'm still not tall.
No, repent, it was so small.
No, repent, it was a doll.
No, repent, it was their call!!!
K.A.P.
5/9/2009

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