Word Collage
It wasn’t the stork wearing a milkman’s hat
Who delivered her at the home of N and L
Instead, I think an angel accidentally nudged
The “Deliver New Soul” lever a twinkle too soon
And a little girl arrived in the world a month early
That little girl would learn that
Heaven dispelled shadows like a blade parting fog
And Hell regularly vomited up its victims’ bones
Only to swallow them again immediately after
She would learn that
Pens shouldn’t be used as a hammer on her sister’s crown
And glue was to make things stick together
And shouldn’t be eaten like applesauce
Wetting clothes was not polite
Relatives weren’t always normal
Boys couldn’t be kissed till she was sixteen
And what was a kiss, anyway?
Now
Every mirror she passes peeks back at that little girl
Who resembles a china doll
With a too serious face and seldom seen smile
But the woman on the outside
Laughs merrily at such illusions
Because Heaven is light, Hell is fire
Pens are instruments as well as weapons
Glue is better than staples
Sweat stinks
Relatives will always be insane
And boys didn’t have to be kissed right away
But she still doesn’t know what a kiss is
If life wasn’t detailed with such vibrant lines
Life itself was an illusion
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