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Of Lap Dogs and Rubies

In the ballroom,
Painted grey floors
And French doors and doors
You told me you wanted the
Mother and the child.
Little dogs, they were,
Fluff-mongrel mutts
But so so sweet, and that
Was just the last puppy
And you were broken up
About breaking up
Mother and child.
But what I saw, in my
Own special version of
Full-blown reality,
Was the ten year old
Girl who hadnt eaten.
Who left blood stains
Where she sat and
Rubies where she walked
And coughed and coughed.
May I keep her?
Sprawled on the floor,
Then cradled in my arms,
So small and made of glass.
The clicking of the doors
The only sound that makes
What is Happening Now
Suddenly Not Okay.
Girl dropped, pups pushed
Aside, I scrambled past you,
And all that was important
(Or so I thought important)
And I left you all behind
In the ballroom,
Painted grey floors,
And French doors and doors,
And wind-down charcoal stair
Where the light play is just right.
Id step into my wall to feel that all
One more time-
Compassion or lust or fragility,
Yes, even that.