#7 suza scalora fairy

The Dead Girl

we're very popular these days
why wouldn't we be?
smiling in the photos before we were taken
young pretty and missing
but there's another reason
(we'll tell you, later)

well the ancient greeks liked us, too
we're in almost all the fairy tales
but those guys brought us back to life
with just a kiss
or transformed us into something
a flower or a tree
or, at least, like shakespeare, immortalized us with poetry
(it's not always that simple)

think of the transparent coffin, the wall of briars
think of the lake filled with flowers
where our hair floats like the roots of water lilies
these may be pretty images but we're so alone
we suffered more than you the living
will ever know
and even if you kiss our lips
we'll still taste like a glass box
(and soon we'll start to rot)

but you'll keep worshiping our memory
we hold a mystery you sense but haven't solved
in us She is carried down through time
(in us She lives)


  • Mika Jones Monday, 27 August 2012

    This is the poem that for me to start writing agai...

    This is the poem that for me to start writing again today....thank you

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    They warned me about you about your charm and your...

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  • Molli Gould Saturday, 25 August 2012

    Evergreen surround me I've been inside my hous...

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    I failed art. I had a knife instead of a paintbru...

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  • anaisbelieve Friday, 24 August 2012

    i let myself become a tributary i cradled silver ...

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  • francescalia Friday, 24 August 2012

    chills of wonder

    chills of wonder

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    7. autumn's daughter my body is changing slou...

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  • Exitonpch Friday, 24 August 2012

    Tomorrow I'll dream of you tomorrow when the ...

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