She was a friend of mine (poetry)
She was a friend of mine
When Sally was a little girl,
With hair so fair and ribbons of blue, white and red
Tied in bows on the back of her head
She came to me, all dressed in white
Looking like a little doll
Who had fallen from her perch on the top cabinet shelf
Her eyes the clearest of blue, I have ever seen
Were forlorn, it seemed
It broke my heart, seeing poor Sally
That night when she came to me
Her radiant smile, golden like the sun
Was all dried up, in fact there was none
Though suspicious, my concern for the girl was too immense
I took her on my lap, that I did
And said, “Sally dear, whatever’s wrong? You look so sad, It. Breaks. My. Heart.”
And then Sally turned to me,
Emotionless eyes piercing right through
Her voice, once a sweet little girl’s
Toneless and cold, it gave me shivers
“Father,” said Sally not at all amused
And I thought to myself, ‘Something isn’t right’
“Yes, Sally dear?” I voice my opinions
But Sally just sighs - and confirms my suspicions
“Father,” Sally tries again and I don’t stop her, instead urge her ahead
“Go on,” I say, “I’m all ears”
Sally just nods, her voice speaks clear
“Father, I’m broken. And you know it too
- you’ve been keeping this from me,
But I’ve finally done it, I’ve figured you out.
So I went and told mummy, who wasn’t very pleased
So now we both know, your dirty deeds”
I frown, as I set little Sally down
She’s a smart girl, since the day she was born
I should have known she’d be the first to know
“Sally,” I say, all formalities dispersed
And she looks at me, with that know-it-all look
It would just down right irk a man my age
Though patience is a virtue, grandfather always said
Bending down, on one knee before the girl
I place my hand on her shoulder,
And Look her straight in the eye
“Sally,” my voice seems dry, but I lick my lips and give it a try
“I should have known you would have figured it out,
And before your mother - I’m very impressed.
But you see dear, a secret is kept a secret (for a reason)
And now that it’s out,
I’m afraid, for you - this is the end.
Goodbye my dear Sally”
But I should have known,
That clever little girl (that she was)
Would be prepared, as I look down
To see the nail pierce my skin
The veins to my heart, coil around it
And I wait, and I wait.
Before it explodes
“Father,” said Sally as she stood over my body
“You were right, this is goodbye”
A small little smile, as radiant as the golden sun
Graced her fragile lips, A rusty nail all bloodied
In the grasp of her right hand
“You can come out now mummy”
Sally said, on a chipper note
The closet door creaks, squealing on the hinges
As a head rolls across the floor,
Eyes still wide in their sockets,
Filled with horror
Sally grins, malice overtaking her cute button face
Bending down to place the head,
Of dear old mummy on father’s chest
So they could stare at another
United in death.
When Sally was a little girl,
With hair so fair and ribbons of blue, white and red
Tied in bows on the back of her head
She came to me, all dressed in white
Looking like a little doll
Who had fallen from her perch on the top cabinet shelf
Her eyes the clearest of blue, I have ever seen
Were forlorn, it seemed
It broke my heart, seeing poor Sally
That night when she came to me
Her radiant smile, golden like the sun
Was all dried up, in fact there was none
Though suspicious, my concern for the girl was too immense
I took her on my lap, that I did
And said, “Sally dear, whatever’s wrong? You look so sad, It. Breaks. My. Heart.”
And then Sally turned to me,
Emotionless eyes piercing right through
Her voice, once a sweet little girl’s
Toneless and cold, it gave me shivers
“Father,” said Sally not at all amused
And I thought to myself, ‘Something isn’t right’
“Yes, Sally dear?” I voice my opinions
But Sally just sighs - and confirms my suspicions
“Father,” Sally tries again and I don’t stop her, instead urge her ahead
“Go on,” I say, “I’m all ears”
Sally just nods, her voice speaks clear
“Father, I’m broken. And you know it too
- you’ve been keeping this from me,
But I’ve finally done it, I’ve figured you out.
So I went and told mummy, who wasn’t very pleased
So now we both know, your dirty deeds”
I frown, as I set little Sally down
She’s a smart girl, since the day she was born
I should have known she’d be the first to know
“Sally,” I say, all formalities dispersed
And she looks at me, with that know-it-all look
It would just down right irk a man my age
Though patience is a virtue, grandfather always said
Bending down, on one knee before the girl
I place my hand on her shoulder,
And Look her straight in the eye
“Sally,” my voice seems dry, but I lick my lips and give it a try
“I should have known you would have figured it out,
And before your mother - I’m very impressed.
But you see dear, a secret is kept a secret (for a reason)
And now that it’s out,
I’m afraid, for you - this is the end.
Goodbye my dear Sally”
But I should have known,
That clever little girl (that she was)
Would be prepared, as I look down
To see the nail pierce my skin
The veins to my heart, coil around it
And I wait, and I wait.
Before it explodes
“Father,” said Sally as she stood over my body
“You were right, this is goodbye”
A small little smile, as radiant as the golden sun
Graced her fragile lips, A rusty nail all bloodied
In the grasp of her right hand
“You can come out now mummy”
Sally said, on a chipper note
The closet door creaks, squealing on the hinges
As a head rolls across the floor,
Eyes still wide in their sockets,
Filled with horror
Sally grins, malice overtaking her cute button face
Bending down to place the head,
Of dear old mummy on father’s chest
So they could stare at another
United in death.