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Pretty girl hanging from the ceiling, tell me your story.
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?

Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you think you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about the fake smile you wore daily.
Tell me about the one best friend you had, the one who knew everything.
Tell me about the neighbor boy you secretly loved, but were too scared to tell him.
Tell me this rope around your neck was an accident.

Pretty girl dead, I will whisper sweet things to you.
I will remember your story and your name.
I will remember your best friend, and I'll tell the neighbor boy how much you loved him.
I will hold you close to my heart, for you were brave.
Yet you weren't strong enough.

Pretty girl, rest in peace.
the substance of her eyes
was deeper than the stain of words across her lips
in her eyes you could read the
fairy tales or the romance novella that she was
living moment to moment
the epic taste of beautiful kingdoms fairy princess
in the sparkle of her half spoken smile
the clear lens of passions heat
in her perfumed sweat breaking upon her delicate brow
the high seas and paradise's shores with a strong lover
in the ***** hue of her blushing bride face
the substance of her eye
would tell how far away she is
at any given moment
and today she is
lifetimes and worlds distant in your arms
today she is someone else
with a different life
the substance of her eyes
is one of absence
Within darkness, there lies darkness
..
For Through the cracks, it seeps through the levy
Submerging the smiles, the laughs and the love
But it is not the storm that shatters our windows
Like diamonds cutting through the air
It is screams of the mothers and children
That has lured the Serpent out of her lair
It is not the storm that swallows us whole
It is our ignorance, our sin
Ohh* My fellow humans;
It is time to blow out the candles
And let
The darkness

In
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
I  Wasn't even
Alive when
You started placing before
Me
Those conundrums
Which captivated
My real self
And forced me
To blame storm a different
Set of people
Because
I did not know
The meanings
And I did not get the
Opportunities
All I had
Were a set of
Quixotic claims
And false beliefs
And I was beginning
To fall in
The shadow
Of hypocrites.
You'd find me
By the riverside
Moving along with the moon
Staring at those
Celestial bodies
Which seem to
Deport me to
An unknown place
Where I belong
Where I should be
The Orion looking down upon me
While I travel
Back in time
And confabulate
With pagan
Question the existence of
Humans
And denounce the
World as a farce
Create a different place
With only those
Animals sacred to Apollo
Those swans and ravens
And Cicadas
And remain.
The second chapter began

And no story 

Was told

But some secrets 

Began to unfold 

Some mysteries 

Consumed in the darkness

Found their place

The urge was 

To deal with things

In a pragmatic way 

To mould the fable 

With pertinency 

Refrain from portraying

Crass assumptions 

Impersonate the characters 

With the queerest disposition 

So that by the time 

You drown into that tale 

There’s nobody left alive to 

Impute their arguments 

There’s no need to appeal for clemency.
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