Grow Up To Sleep In Our Parents Beds
Faceless dolls
Ballerinas dance on beds of erect nails
giggling as they cover the bed
in sheets of red
the children watch
wish
wait and dream
to grow out of youth
embrace the numb that comes with wisdom
dance the dance of vague maids
who wear red shoes and perfect braids
Copyright © Chris Brown | Year Posted 2005
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