Glass Castle Poem by Kim Schilling

Auburn curls surround olive skin,
glitter painted cheeks;
a princess in her mind.

Hidden from them;
tucked away in a glass spire,
like a precious locket
beneath the shirt of an adorer.

Secretly she plays,
barbies and stuffies,
play cups of tea;
arranged just right
at a table knee-high.

Youthful conversations
of fantasies and princes
to whisk her away.
Speaking of love,
and ending with a sad sigh.

A pound at the door
shatters her fortress.
She gives into them.
It’s nothing,
but a tragedy.


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