Once a year, she enjoys herself,
And dances at the summer fair.
In an apron's dress of white and red,
With a peacock's feather to adorn her hair.
At home, she listens for the sound of the doorknob.
And dreads for her mother's return.
She spins the wheel and sweeps the floor,
And lingers when the scented candle burns.
Once a year, she enjoys herself,
And steals winks and from boys and girls.
In a tavern, she sips till she can barely walk,
And behind her lids, she twirls.
Marks of blue no longer hurt,
And pains no longer compose that sound.
But from father's mouth escapes the viper,
That nudges her back onto the ground.
Once a year, she enjoys herself,
And tries to spend coin on what she adores.
But she ends up buying soap and paint,
To hide the bloodstains on the floor.
Her honeyed hair turns to straws of hay.
She lives a life of imminent fear.
None will save her, none know her name,
And she remains the girl of once a year.
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Fools & Vipers - A collection of poems
PuisiIt wraps around my body well, But between the seams of my dress, Would fit a thousand embroideries, But no longer would it match. My first anthology. This is a small bundle of ten poems about birds and flowers, thoughts and feelings, hedgehogs...
