Amy's Room Poem by Melinda Butterfield

Amy's Room



I walked into your room tonite and saw it was a mess.
Your clothes were scattered everywhere along with your prom dress.
Your bed was filled with everything you've owned since you were young, and
then I wondered how you slept with lumps and bumps that long. I tried to shut your door as I was leaving toward the hall, and when I closed the door I heard something fall off your wall. It was a little voodoo doll with pins stabbed through its heart, and pictures of your long lost friends you stapled with a dart. I picked the doll up off the floor and placed it back again, and prayed to God, 'Oh Lord don't let me make her mad again! '

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Melinda Butterfield

Melinda Butterfield

El Dorado, Ar
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