One Teenage Girl
One Teenage Girl
She wished some nights
she’d just die.
She’d see them all
at her wake
where she would lie
(dead but awake)
and through closed eyes
follow their remorse–
that sorrow surely forced
by their prior
shallowness–
Her grin within the crimped
pink satin
would be mistaken
for a slip
of the lipstick (thankfully, the dead
do not guffaw).
Sometimes, the vision seemed so real,
she could make out the granules
of her make-up–blusher clinging
to her cheeks like fuzz
on a peach,
her friends’s hands
over their mouths in the pow
of disbelief, the glint
of their shined nails.
Oh, then,
they’d be sorry.
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Some numbered April poem for Magaly Guerrero’s prompt on Real Toads about a wish gone wrong. I’m not sure if this one really did GO wrong–seems a bit wrong from the start. The pic is a terrible photo of a really interesting piece (part of a series) by my daughter, Christina Martin.
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ManicDDaily 
April 20, 2016 at 6:49 pm
Oh, my. This is powerful stuff. So well done.
April 20, 2016 at 7:25 pm
Creepy and sad. And I agree with your note, she wished for something bad that went worse. Difficult to tell whose sorrier in the end. Probably everyone.
April 20, 2016 at 7:29 pm
I don’t think she actually died. Just a fantasy!
April 20, 2016 at 7:39 pm
I think my reading of the poem was slightly influenced by the book The Lovely Bones. Still, the idea of anyone–make believe or real–who feels it’s necessary to entertain that kind of thinking feels a bid sad to me.
April 20, 2016 at 7:44 pm
Did not read that but know of it. Unintentional.
April 20, 2016 at 7:49 pm
Words have a way of doing that, don’t they? 🙂
April 20, 2016 at 7:40 pm
oooh, creative write–love the pretty images in such a dark poem
April 20, 2016 at 9:56 pm
I like the ending thought!
April 20, 2016 at 11:37 pm
Deliciously dark..! Bravo 🙂
April 20, 2016 at 11:38 pm
That’s a fantasy so many might have… Good to think out the thought… Lovely bones is on my bucket list to read…
April 21, 2016 at 3:57 am
Isn’t that a fervid adolescent fantasy—to be grieved as intensely as one wishes to be loved? Funny how imagining one’s death and the convulsed scene of sorrow to follow is erotic (or would that be thanotic?). Love and death the lute we play on for all our days. Loved it.
April 21, 2016 at 5:23 am
A really good example of a very bad wish. (And haven’t we all, when young?)
April 21, 2016 at 9:07 am
This really made me think about that angsty teenage girl moment–I certainly had one, but aspirin won;t get you there, despite what the school nurse tells you–as something completely different–something a bit less self-pitying and a bit more brave with childhoods low information bravery–to give all you have to try to make people see their cruelty, to see *you*–really, there’s something about this one, k. Fine poem.
April 21, 2016 at 10:35 am
This is so real. So very, very real.
April 21, 2016 at 12:11 pm
Oh, I remember those ‘Then they’ll be sorry’ thoughts.