Scream Violet

May 2, 2010
By , Cambridge, VT
Riding up a phinox's feather
Till it's beak
Every Painting she sees,
She gets lost
At that table top
In a trance
She'll practise until the page is covered
The strokes tell her a story
Whatever she creates
Comes to life
It brings meaning
Into a world of pain
A world without peace
She can't speak
With hair in her eyes
She walks down the streets
The man in the bus seat
Crowds walking green
Rain drops glide down
They can't see
What she sees
How can she make them feel
Make them see
She wants a breeze in her hair
Warm summer air
June bugs and fireflys
She wants to feel alive
A kiss from the boy she loves
Feathers floating on her skin
Silk letters
A simple
I care about you
Imagine no love
No yes
No please
No thank yous
No excuse mes
Her voice can't be herd
When she screams
Violet scars on her shoulders
Stars on her cheeks
The ones
That bleed
Father believe me
Mother do something
Something to help me
Someone save me!
I can't breath
Why won't you save some hope
Some hope for me
Unable to be free
Locked up
My greatist fear
To be

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