Blackbirds chasing her,
Vultures and vixens swooping in
Ever-present predators
Lurking in glass coffins
Cancer, catheter bags
Rumours, whispered breath
Slashed umbilical cords
Her dear mother’s death
Ugly stepmothers
Poisoned laughter
Pedophiles with Adam’s apples
Death lunging after
Being thrown to the wolves
Clutching her Barbie in her sleep
Living with strangers with short names
Forced to earn her keep
Did she ever think she was
Pretty and witty and bright
Sleeping in her clothes,
Waiting for dark to be light
When she could finally open
Her swollen eyes and see
The beauty of redemption
And from this prison, be free
—-
September 16, 2017
(Inspired by: Jennifer Lauck’s memoir, Blackbird)
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