She closed her eyes choking on sob
Her trembling hands closed her mouth,
She took deep breaths..
She heard the click of gun
His whistling sound
Matching his boot sound.
She thought this is the end
This is how
She is going to die.
He whispered,
"Oh my dear Lolita, come out darling"
It's a game.
She is a pawn
And it's His game.
As the closet door opened,
He dragged her out by hair
As his feet crunched her fingers
As her mouth opened to scream
A kick on her stomach made her curl,
As he yanked her hair,
Slapping on cheeks
Making her quivering lips
To bleed blood.
He bent down whispering "Behave"
As he left,
The fading sound of boots
Sounded as music to her..
She looked at the mirror knowing
Very well on what to do,
She is used to this
The facade of Lolita.
Hide..
Avoid...
Pretend....
As you will start to believe..
She adjusted her dress
Removing the diamond necklace from her neck,
And let the imprints of beast visible
Instead of taking the brush as usual ,
She took a wet cloth
Wiping everything away from her face
For the world to know
"Who is Lolita"
As she descended the stairs,
There were gasps and whispers,
She walked down the Hall
As the world parted way for her
As they know, who really is Lolita.
YOU ARE READING
RA's Poetry
PoetryEvery word has a meaning, every words has a cause. A word from me can heal your heart or tear it apart. I choose wise, wishing you do the same.
