As The Snowmen Play
Innocence in one of her age is
a rare gift
Unfortunate that so many wait
to abuse it
A trusting soul she would follow
blindly
Desperately in need of someone
to take her under wing.
Sheltered her whole life there
is so much that is new
Like the very first party she
had ever attended
Nervous upon entering she knew
not what to expect
Robbed of her voice when introduced
to their "game".
White, sparkling lines of powder
on a glistening mirror
They hand her a straw and demonstrate
for her
These actions cause her nervousness
to escalate into terror
Now it is she who is handed the
mirror of powder.
Aware of demanding glances she
knows she dare not refuse
Taking up her straw she performs
her task as shown
The burning in her nose is followed
by a buzzing in her head
Their idea of fun is one she is
not familiar or agreeable with.
Sickly aware of their loaded glances
and cutting banter
She reluctantly joins in on their
game
As the night wears on they ply
her with more
This party is nothing like she
had expectedit to be.
Wanting to leave but they urge
her to stay
She must do one more line to close
her night
Feeling too ill to resist or argue
she retrieves her straw
Pressing them to agree that there'd
be no more.
Aware immediately that something
is wrong
Fire before confined to her nose
now spreads throughout her chest
Blood roars loudly in her ears
as the agony worsens
Soundlessly screaming for her
"friends" to help her.
She feels herself falling and then...nothing
Her vision slowly fades as the
wings of death claim her
Originally being an experiment
into curiousity
It had suddenly turned fatal in
the merest of seconds.
An innocent, new to this dark side
of life
Now lies carelessly crushed like
a broken and unwanted doll
She had trusted these new friends
to keep her safe
But friendship soon turns to greed
when the powder is in play.
So another pure and innocent is
lost among the shuffle of statistics
As the snowmen hunt up another
new toy to play with.