A Little Girls White Dress

A Little Girls White Dress

My white dress has been

Covered in blood.

My beautiful white dress has been

Beaten so much

The back is ripped and its

Seam is torn.

My sparkly white dress is

Smudged with unearthly prints

And stains that cannot be

Removed.

My innocent white dress was ripped

Apart into pieces and

Carelessly put back together again.

I’ve tried to burn it, drown it

Pour alcohol on it to set on fire

And it still finds its way to the

Front of my closet

Dirty, fire stains, muddy, smeared with

Blood reeking

Of Jack Daniels, holding on by

A thread.

Sitting in front of what use to be

My white dress, I scream, I bellow

And finally I cry.

Realizing the blood, the torn seam

Smudges and pieces were only visible

To me.

The damage I had done to my own

White dress can be fixed,

Even if I can't get the blood out.

©Golden Rays