Deception Poem by James McLain

Their is a girl in here,
with almond eyes long straight hair
tinted thats the colour of.

Let the air in, her hair is wet,
her waist is small.
The sun through the window she let in.
Passion she has like her mother,
she smells of fresh treasure.
And other things that girls dream of.

Full of life she works in a pool,
empty of life, dark purple eyeholes.
Made of glass and she has a friend,
and her nose it looks broken.

You were her friend, she aways confessed to.
You could have helped her,
the gradual ease
of him inside her without drawing a picture.
Murdered, forgotten,
what had begun as of now you feel terrible.

Her expanded example is now gone lost obscure,
and the eyes staring,
you betrayed what she was, and you
should feel more than sick at your stomach.