And So She Waited

Under the pale light of a pale bulb a little girl waited for tomorrow

She was told it would come with glowing eyes and a fresh and white smile

Greeting the little girl with warm arms and inviting her to the heaven of achievement and conviction

So she waited there when the light began to flicker she was not faltered

She sat down upon a bench that sat under the light and now under her

Upon her was a flower print sun dress that shown vibrantly in that limited shimmering

And in her hand was clutched a lunch box with a picture of a familiar blond princess

It was a dark knight that day as the present waited for tomorrow

Then the light came and the glowing smile arrived with fresh greeting eyes

It was then the next day that she came to that place,

A little older from day to day, from one present made past

To another present that was then made into a new past

She kept on going forth sitting upon that bench

When once it was newer and sparkling with red paint

It slowly deteriorated and was chipped away

After all of the wind and rain all the sleet and snow

After all of that weather abuse upon its surfaces it began to look worn and faulty

Her lunch box switched from a lunch box pink and warm

To an array of backpacks and purses

Each new one less the fantasy of a little girl

And more the stale colors of a lost and drab lady

She felt it in her bones as her arms stretched forth

When her sun dress turned into tasteful pants

To short skirts and revealing tank tops

When  her skin clean and pearlescent and now dirtied and smothered in a multitude of a tattoos

When the future looked fragile and worthless

When tomorrow was five years ahead

Then forward unto ten,

When the race went from being two feet to a thousand miles

When her tennis shoes and boots and sandal feet couldn't carry her

When the purse was filled with more rocks and chains

When the bruises rose up out of her skin

Telling a thousand tales.

Then it was over the bench was empty and fractured 

Struck a part with a bolt of lightning

And the terrifying teeth of tomorrow came

Its eyes burning fire forward as it moved

Till its gnashing teeth scooped inward the little broken heel of a little purple shoe

Swallowing it down with a relentless and careless snarl

Then there was nothing as its fiery vision brought it from under that light

When all that remained of that little girl was a tuft of smoke that danced up toward that pale bulb

That burst in a flash

A crack of glass landing in the dark

Its clattering noise masked by the portrait of rain that covered the life

The life that wished it was yesterday

Yesterday  every day.