Teaparty

I'm not a normal little girl. I don't have normal tea parties.

"Would you like more tea, Ms. Smith?" I asked her.

Her bony arm brought to me her teacup.

She could not answer me with her words

For her lips were sealed by the undertaker.

I pour her some tea and give her some sugar,

And as she pulls her arm back towards her

It snaps off her shoulder and breaks the cup

Spilling Earl Grey on the dark wooden floor

And staining the white table cloth on the way down.

It made a heart-shattering sound.

I try to be a lady and ignore it

But what a waste of good tea

And it was my favorite teacup.

I can't help but to give a shout to her,

But then I calm myself.

"It wasn't her fault" I had to tell myself.

"It happens when you're dead."

You see, I'm not a normal little girl;

As normal little girls have teaparties

With their teddy bears and dolls

I have mine with corpses.

Reviews

[Neverwhere]

it should be waste not waist, looks like your spell checker glitched, lol, and there should be a hyphen in between heart-shattering, otherwise, very well written and well thought out and a perfectly lovely Gothic bedtime tale.