| II. Our character has no character. Star waits blank trailing dust cloths and dreams in her wake. In her sleep she cries out and holds her breath to keep things true into her life. But they always fade back into the night's world, locked away. And she lays there in shock at the cold air and new light, pulling quilts over her head to drown out the newest pop shit...I mean hit...playing on the alarm clock radio. She closes her eyes searching for a fuller world where she can fly and be in love again. To find the real June, her jewel. To replace the crumbling rock imposter who never stood solid to begin with. A substitute vision of what June may be. June, Luna, Mira, Soma, Starla, Stella. One in the same, or all make believe? But itsn't everyone. They make you believe what they wish and it becomes truth. A lie can be a thing of beauty. Like a perfectly woven spider web wet with morning dew, shining in the sun, invisible to the little insects who buzz about in shy stupors. A work of Art. He spins his tales with eight sculpted legs and a convincing smile. He knows when he's found the perfect prety, and grows bigger and more proud with every spewed mouthful. Laughing in tune to the onlookers. Laughing the little Star Child shorter and shorter. The Spiders pat one another on the back as they crawl away to count the fools fooled today. But do any of them ever see the scars they leave? One must pull herself out eventually, but a piece always comes away with the strings, patterned across her skin. SOMEONE PULL THE STRING!!!...Some people hang before they have a second to think twice. But it's too late when their neck snaps; if they're lucky the rope snaps. On the other hand, some have as much as 28 years to life to contemplate respiration. But the belts they were beaten with as children were taken away. And now they beg for them as vehmnently as they wished away the pain years ago. Violence replayed thru a child's eyes. He stood no chance. Do as I say and not as I do doesn't cut it with children. They learn by example, and repeat what they see. Rape can become normal when the guilty go unpunished and silence stands as solution. A child's innocense falls with his sister's tears, as father quietly leaves her room, while his future is thrown hopelessly into the air, like mother's hands. I. III. back to main page |