Fifteen Poem by Alan James Roll

Fifteen



Fifteen
Her eyes stained glass, her hair peroxide blond,
A uniform of blue her schooldays dress,
Shining as the classroom’s lighthouse beacon
To the boys; in glancing looks, curve of breast,
Catwalk proud stance: Aladdin’s gilded cave.
She in truth a would be anorexic
By twenty-one, childhood’s withered blossom;
Nocturnal broken doll tenement sick
Beside the kitchen sink, or bedroom long
Beneath the sheets dreaming - for gilding fades.

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