Words Beyond Words (2/22/08)

The words she heard stuck

"Loser"

"Flat"

"Nerd"

The words were sharpened to the core

They pierced her right to where it hurt

They went right through her heart

Right through her head

No

They hit her right in the ego

Right where everyone could see her scars

They took the words of every ditz

Of every Barbie

Of every plastic bitch

And shoved them into her face

But what do they expect from her?

That night

The razor meets the skin

She carves "Fuck Up" in every inch she can fit

She takes the straightening iron

The beauty's weapon of choice in the ongoing war of apparel

And clamps it around her wrist

Encasing herself in a burning sensation

Wanting to know what it's like to be "hot"

She takes the lipstick

The bullet in a bible of all the pretties

And smears it across her face

Wishing that the cosmetics would suddenly take action

And transform her into the midnight beauty

And she sits on her roof

Waiting for her prince

The same boy who takes the words of the savages

To come riding on his stallion

Waiting for a busted Mustang to pull up and take her away

Away to a desolate nightmare

A nightmare full of cheap pumps, sweat, and fake leather

A nightmare that the beauties get to live on any night of their choice

But the nightmare is nothing more than a dream to her

The next day

The words stick

"Slut"

"Whore"

"Fake"

The words struck her right where it hurt

She finally got what she wanted

But only form the scraps that the beasts gave her

Only allowing her to climb the ranks to kick her down again

Allowing her to climb the social ladder

Only to knock it out from beneath her

And her dream

Of a brilliant knight and his stallion

Came to her once upon a midnight

But only after the knight had drank his fill

And her dream soon turned to nightmare

As the knight took the wench in his grip

Breaking the already bruised and scarred wrists

And he unsheathed his sword

And broke down the doors to her castle

Throwing away all dignity of hers

That night

The lead met the skin

Her smile of grim dignity was the last image he would see

As she left his bare, used body in the cheap bathtub of the motel

The white linoleum stained crimson at the sound

And she carved "Fucker" into his palm

So when he exchanged a handshake with God

He would know exactly where he belongs

The next day

The words stuck

"Heartless"

"Ruthless"

"Insane"

They struck her

But no longer did the words hurt her

She had been bruised to the core

Numbed to the pain of an outer source

She was the only cause of her unhappiness now

And as the gate closed behind the young princess

The wenches said their goodbyes

Filled with "Fuck You" 's and "Stupid Bitch" 's

And as the princess took her seat in her throne

She said her final words to her humble servants

"Thanks"

Then midnight's lightning took her by storm

Burning her already scarred and burned wrists

Searing through the pain

As her body was purged from sin

With the ripping pain

A pain known as truth