pretty in pink.
When I was 10, I saw
my first episode of Law & Order, SVU
a woman screamed
and her pretty pink dress ripped
the scene cut to black but then
she sat in a station
hair mussed and mascara running
and she seemed broken
and empty
and that’s when I began to prepare
for the inevitable.
I wrote a crappy poem earlier.
at least I’m writing on a semi-regular basis again
She slips in and out
of dreamland—
dream— reality—dream—
until she is no longer
sure of what is real and what isn’t.
Flashes of memories enter her mind;
things that she thought had been buried
long ago.
Monsters
wrap their arms around her
until she sinks into a familiar haze.
The fog does not lift
until the girl is left alone,
drenched in sweat,
while the sky fades to
cotton candy pink.
~a.w.
