Answering the phone she bumped <br />her already swollen mouth <br />as trickling blood slid off her brow <br />she would vent a sorrow now <br /> <br />In the Weeble World plastic <br />gets scuffed up and tainted <br />acquainted with those lengthy <br />years of abuse from rough hands <br /> <br />In the Weeble World hurt is ignored <br /> <br />Spitting out pleas through a few lose teeth, <br />explaining herself <br />to her mother cause she listens <br />as she dusts off her daughters shelves <br /> <br />In the Weeble World plastic <br />cracks fill with condensation <br />in affiliation with those lengthy <br />years of abuse from being dropped <br /> <br />In the Weeble World gashes aren’t sore <br /> <br />As her Mother asks her “Honey? ” <br />“Why don’t you just come home? ” <br />She’s heard plunging to the floor as <br />her husband knocks her from the phone <br /> <br />In the Weeble World rounded <br />they all bounce back in protest, <br />pounce back to matters they address <br />announce tactlessness not just <br /> <br />In the Weeble World our world’s abhorred<br /><br />Shadow Rai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-weeble-world/
