She is trapped in youth-

a lantern under her porcelain skin

Her mouth is not humored,

Not forced into place

Was she written by a mother?

Outlined at the peak of her consciousness?

In the hour she was painted

Her face slept

Not out of excitement for the day to come,

But taken from the rest that she was robbed of

Creases formed when she was tense,

Her eyes dropping when her insincere beam fell

She beats the hand

That creeps around her waist when they stand

And instead of clarity

Her face is the one beaten

Is the black coat

Bleached with blood under the paint?

Sink with his cigarette,

Burning through your skin as you lock eyes

And they watch from afar

As you are dragged

Down,

Through,

From the kitchen

To the dance floor

The plucked strings filling the room,

As your screams are never heard

He whispers in your ear,

But not how you once pictured

Please

Stay

Don’t

Leave

Dance 

With me

While you

Drown away