A pretty new dress
My pretty blue dress
I laugh, she smiles
I tease, she plays
“Let’s wrestle” she says
And jumps onto me
I scream, I struggle
Relentless, she seems
Wrists pinned above my head
My waste suppressed to the ground
I wriggle out, I push her off
She throws me down
No, no please no
As I climb away
I strive for distance
I battle for safety
My best friend reaches for a pencil
As she collapses over me, and jabs it inside
Her hand grabs for my dress, my pretty blue dress
And yanks it, burning my skin with its new thread
Crying out, I hit her
She laughs, she smiles
I scream for help, calling to her father
With no response
Breaking free, I lunge for the door
Only to trip, falling to the floor
Straddled, she laughs
She’s winning this match
My buttons tear, uncovering my *******
My camera in her hand
“Let’s show your boyfriend”
She toys
Suffocating under her obesity
I haven’t the air to scream
Tears leak from my eyes
Lips quiver in shame
Bored, she bounces, she thrusts
Nearly cracking my hips
My ribs crunch, my guts ache
And I gasp for air
My best friend grabs a marker
She writes on my face
As she bounces
She writes on my face
Asthma consumes me
As I struggle for consciousness
My mind fuzzes, and vision darkens
I think to myself, “This is how I end”
I never wore my blue dress again
I never told of what she did
I never spoke to her again
I never
I never
I never
My best friend.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
A pretty new dress
My pretty blue dress
I laugh, she smiles
I tease, she plays
“Let’s wrestle” she says
And jumps onto me
I scream, I struggle
Relentless, she seems
Wrists pinned above my head
My waste suppressed to the ground
I wriggle out, I push her off
She throws me down
No, no please no
As I climb away
I strive for distance
I battle for safety
My best friend reaches for a pencil
As she collapses over me, and jabs it inside
Her hand grabs for my dress, my pretty blue dress
And yanks it, burning my skin with its new thread
Crying out, I hit her
She laughs, she smiles
I scream for help, calling to her father
With no response
Breaking free, I lunge for the door
Only to trip, falling to the floor
Straddled, she laughs
She’s winning this match
My buttons tear, uncovering my *******
My camera in her hand
“Let’s show your boyfriend”
She toys
Suffocating under her obesity
I haven’t the air to scream
Tears leak from my eyes
Lips quiver in shame
Bored, she bounces, she thrusts
Nearly cracking my hips
My ribs crunch, my guts ache
And I gasp for air
My best friend grabs a marker
She writes on my face
As she bounces
She writes on my face
Asthma consumes me
As I struggle for consciousness
My mind fuzzes, and vision darkens
I think to myself, “This is how I end”
I never wore my blue dress again
I never told of what she did
I never spoke to her again
I never
I never
I never
My best friend.
I know this poem is more of 'telling' a story, rather than putting you there or going by 'feel'. My English teacher would hate this. But this poem means a lot to me, and it took many months to finally get out. Maybe someday in the future I will re-write to make it less 'telling'. Any thoughts?
