Melodious imaginations come to life
lights convert to stars that shine
sanguine trances bequeath pure souls
horses' prances quell heart's dances--
a vanilla treat for all who climb aboard.
Backwards walking on the carousel
staunch rebellion her course of choice
an ivory-face hole in the cloak of night,
she is a succubus on the prowl
drooling at the mouth in longing need
while all the Caylee Anthonys
innocent children lost in reverie
have faith life's ride will move forward.
They laugh and play on the merry-go-round
until she picks her victim and strikes.
Dreams shatter, death ensues
and she walks with lies she hides inside.
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@laurie kolp
Published for language/place blog carnival issue #8, 7-22-11
Inspiration and picture: Theme Thursday
