The Wooden Girl
The Wooden Girl watches from inside her
imprisonment
She can't
escape
Everyone who touches her leaves
their mark
They scar her skin, gouging at her soul
Her acid tears carve paths down her face,
permanently showcasing her
grief
for everyone to see
Her wood is so blemished that she is no longer
beautiful
Slowly the
venom
creeps to her heart, encasing it, too, in wood
She thinks this will
protect
her from the
hurt,
but it only
isolates
her
The air around her grows
warmer
and
warmer,
until the
fire inside her
cannot be contained
And the wooden girl goes
up in flames
Her anger and pain had
destroyed her
She had doomed herself
Wow - Sylvia, this is so powerful! Excellent job and thank you for sharing something as personal as a poem! You have encouraged me to share some of my writing this year too!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in this is so intense. It feels like the prologue to a Shakespearean tragedy, setting up the plot...it leaves me wondering who the wooden girl was. very cool.
ReplyDeletepowerful words and very brave of you to share your writing with the world - keep it up.
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