Replacement Poem by Not Long Left
Replacement
Under the pink glow
of the plastic lamp
she brushes her
fine hair and sprinkles
it with glitter.
Every so often
she would blow
a kiss to one of
the many boy band
posters which
covered her pink walls.
With untrained hands
she painted her face
with blue and pink
cheap make up.
Around her neck
she placed a plastic
necklace that came
free with her latest
barbie doll.
Nearly tripping on
her oversized stilletos
she carefully crept
down the stairs.
The light in the lounge
pinpointed her mothers
position,
crumpled and drunk
asleep with oblivion.
In the kitchen,
within the shadows
Father readied himself.
I agree that it is a very sensitive issue, Vincent. Thank you for addressing it in such a tasteful fashion.
I'm not sure if this poem achieves the goal... I may be wrong in that. Where is the horror in her heart...? Please post the websites ASAP.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:06:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It actually seems to glamorize child sexual abuse. It ends ominously - but the leap-up is almost titillating. Maybe to trick the reader into being a voyerur - and then spring the trap of abuse? I saw it earlier in a poem about Jessica Alba - the child as sexual object.