Rose
Her screams resonate in the dark hallway
as the plastic girl glares.
In the wee hours, she sprawls beneath a blanket
with her toothpick prince.
Rants and giggles spew forth from her lips
like a fountain
of too much information.
She rolls over in her naked glory,
finding a single purple hair
folded in the creases of her sheets.
Images flash through her mind,
a trio lunging in a wind tunnel,
desperately seeking coupons
for three-dollar lunches.
So many things to do today! Weeee! And tomorrow is field trip time! And stuff. I'm kind of out of it today. I go now.
