Under the pink glow <br />of the plastic lamp <br />she brushes her <br />fine hair and sprinkles <br />it with glitter. <br />Every so often <br />she would blow <br />a kiss to one of <br />the many boy band <br />posters which <br />covered her pink walls. <br />With untrained hands <br />she painted her face <br />with blue and pink <br />cheap make up. <br />Around her neck <br />she placed a plastic <br />necklace that came <br />free with her latest <br />barbie doll. <br />Nearly tripping on <br />her oversized stilletos <br />she carefully crept <br />down the stairs. <br />The light in the lounge <br />pinpointed her mothers <br />position, <br />crumpled and drunk <br />asleep with oblivion. <br />In the kitchen, <br />within the shadows <br />Father readied himself.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/replacement/
