Sue

Part I

A pick and mallet on a cold iron tray was her birthday surprise.

Dr. Walter Freeman asks her how old she is.
He asks her to sit down.
Relax.
She cries to the sky "I'm not ready"; her tears are soft and steady.

Dr. Freeman placed the hammer; the pick chips away.
The youth is crushed out of her and
she cries in despair, " No, Please!"
The cold slips inside and her cries subside.
She is enthralled by his numbing touch.


Part II

Her soul is sallow and void of ardor.

The sullen shadows shrouding her eyes show the stress of a trying time.
The despair in the air as she breathes, as she speaks, is difficult to bear.
Her wretched hand reaches out for a warm embrace.
She wants to leave this horrid place.
Her childish face was stolen from her many years ago.


Part III

Perched high on the precarious precipice of an urban steeple, Sue will jump into the depths of hell.
She will feel warm again.

Reviews

[black.butterfly]

Love the hiden story this gives, Very deep, sad and it keeps me wondering.

[r]

this is a poem that goes deeper than what meets the eye

maybe a past memory or experience brought this along??? anywho good job and good luck in my contest

[Brenda Sue]

This has a sadness to it that leaves me with a lot of questions, very deep.

[DeMorney]

"her hold old she is." is this right? forced loss of innocence...scary when it happens...and sometimes you don't know it's happening...is that the idea? losing innocence before you're ready?