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Happy Girls
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Hey there--
That girl
I saw late yesterday
Pale, fragile skin
And empty black eyes--
Cold.
The air rushing in
From the open window
Whips her hair
Into a frenzy--
As she rides
In the backseat
Of her stepfather's car--
A sleek midnight thing--
With tinted windows.
But now,
Oh. the windows are open--
I can see--
I see her shadowed face--
Her hollowed face.
She opens up the windows
To her soul--
I see--
Her vivid blue eyes
Lit up with electricity--
Holding nothing at all--
Nothing.
We both hear
His shouts
Jagged against
Our eardrums--
Nothing wavers
In her face--
Her doll-like face--
Empty.
I think of
Laughter erupting
Smiles fighting to stay hidden
Arms spread wide with freedom--
With flight--
What does the happiest girl hide?
That girl
I saw late yesterday
Pale, fragile skin
And empty black eyes--
Cold.
The air rushing in
From the open window
Whips her hair
Into a frenzy--
As she rides
In the backseat
Of her stepfather's car--
A sleek midnight thing--
With tinted windows.
But now,
Oh. the windows are open--
I can see--
I see her shadowed face--
Her hollowed face.
She opens up the windows
To her soul--
I see--
Her vivid blue eyes
Lit up with electricity--
Holding nothing at all--
Nothing.
We both hear
His shouts
Jagged against
Our eardrums--
Nothing wavers
In her face--
Her doll-like face--
Empty.
I think of
Laughter erupting
Smiles fighting to stay hidden
Arms spread wide with freedom--
With flight--
What does the happiest girl hide?
This was inspired by a memory.
I, of course, was the one in the car.
But it's not exactly the same. My stepfather was shouting out through the open windows--"Come on! Move your fucking asses!" with his crude, harsh, loud voice, and all my middle school classmates were seeing--were looking into the windows--
And I kept my face very neutral, because that's just the way I am sometimes.
But at school, I was happy. I had McKenna, too, back then, even, and whenever I smile, I mean it. I can't fake smile. But I never have to try when I'm not at home. That's where my stepfather is.
The theme is Happiness in the 100 Theme Challenge from the-poetry-cafe
I, of course, was the one in the car.
But it's not exactly the same. My stepfather was shouting out through the open windows--"Come on! Move your fucking asses!" with his crude, harsh, loud voice, and all my middle school classmates were seeing--were looking into the windows--
And I kept my face very neutral, because that's just the way I am sometimes.
But at school, I was happy. I had McKenna, too, back then, even, and whenever I smile, I mean it. I can't fake smile. But I never have to try when I'm not at home. That's where my stepfather is.
The theme is Happiness in the 100 Theme Challenge from the-poetry-cafe
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