The Summertime Mind

"Dolls"

I see a girl.

Long haired, wide eyed and red faced,

she dances.

She dances because she knows nothing else.

She sways her hips to the electrifying beat in a desperate attempt to forget all that she is and all that she could have been.

Fear puckers behind red lips as they pass from ear to ear,

seductively

and if not for sweaty people dancing closely around her,

she would almost appear beautiful

almost.

The grin she wears is one of practice, a trick to fool any wandering eyes.

Although the looks she receives rarely ever reach her face.

She has many, yet she is alone.

The virtue she once possessed, broken and scattered into a million pieces

like the tiny flecks of glitter that now rain down on her fresh skin.

She tells her self that this is freedom,

dressing up the lies like the dolls she once she played with in her innocence.

It had been years since then, yet only days.

Lost. Forgotten. Left.

You see a woman.

I see a girl.