Maybe the moon shone too brightly

against the star streaked sky-

and thats why

her icecube eyes begin to melt,

sending streams down her

cheeks.

Something burns inside her.

like a caged animal clawing and scratching

to get out.

She views her life as a lousy movie

combined with bad cliches.

Except the life she leads is void of any background

music

or Hollywood Hunks.

She's just a girl

crying at the moon.

wishing to release her hair down the

window sill,

hoping that a knight in shining armour

will be waiting to rescue her.

***

Two little girls

in the heat of summer,

stand under delicate branches.

They wear dresses of white and

crowns of daisies.

Giggles drift in other directions

and the blonde girl bends over

and scratches a mosquito bite.

They run.

White flowing dresses trailing in the

breeze.

as though the girls could leap off

a cliff

and float gently down in their umbrella dresses.

***The girl sits

Looking at the bracelet

Her daddy gave her,

To remind her of his love.

A heart, silver and cold.

She remembers hiding under tables

Like an army recruit

Whispering to mommy

‘Hurry, daddy’s coming.’

His shadow beneath the door

Blocking out the light

As mommy and her

Hid in the closet.

Once again the girl smells liquor

That coats the air like a heavy blanket.

She rips the silver heart from the chain,

Flings it to the ground.

For now she will stay in the cold house

Protecting mommy like daddy should,

And like a convict,

Plan an escape from her prison.