FREAKS

by Nevada Kerr


Her hands were rudimental, her touch was impromptu
Something fundamental was carelessly removed
A body part, a bleeding heart
Undeveloped in the womb

She roamed the bar, her mouth ajar
Vulgar from afar
A vacant soul, a gaping hole
Where once there was a scar

Wholly immaterial
Spectral in the rain
I promised her a burial
I promised her a brain

Ludicrous, irrelevant
But poignant all the same
She dangled like a skeleton
Slandered and defamed

In a parody of charity
She was a mirror for disdain
Despite her pained transparency
I'm awfully glad she came


Written by © Raven Drake
September 24, 2007.

Created: October 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 21/10/07