The song is playing. She looks at her up there, pity and anger and false humanity stirring in her like an ocean. She can see her, shocked under the hot, buzzing lights in a dress unlike the ones she wore, Little lost smile fighting its way to her lips. What do I do now? I can't laugh at her anymore. Her lostness tastes bitter in her mouth. Then--Salvation. It falls. The music stops. Paint everywhere And its red. Her scream tears through all consciousness an Exorcism. (The Devil isn't gone he's still here) And the Laughter begins. oh God the paint it's so FUNNY. great joke it hurts to laugh but I can't stop. She's running now, tears and sweat and paint all mixed together I smell melted pennies and the rot paint doesn't smell like that oh GOD I smell smoke. And the doors slam behind her. *** Ohuh? What's this stuff all over me this isn't supposed to happen But I knew it would I did I know I did It smells like sin and copper I think I'm going to be sick. MOMMA said don't go but I wouldn't listen oh where are you, MOMMA? go home I have to go to my MOMMA and home. But that isn't fair. They do this to me all the time every day and I just LEAVE? Why? I must do something I've go to do something-- An Eye for an Eye. Blood for Blood. yes but Blood is thicker than what? Water. The sprinklers yes I'll make it rain. Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain. The lights the rain kisses the lights and they explode. They're screaming. (savior Jesus meek and mild) So this is what I sounded like. H'm. Lights....orange lights....the heat.... OH YES. Screaming oh look my fire it's HUGE. Screaming and blood and smoke oh LOOK. My fire is burning. I can go home now.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired to write this poem by Stephen King's "Carrie" (duh!) It originally was a poem for a school project: we were supposed to write a contrast poem. I really liked it--for reasons I still don't understand--so I submitted it.
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