He snatched it from her hands
Faint smile upon his face
As though mildly impressed
Then advanced cutting space.
Her feelings had been given life
On a world on these pages
And this is what you’re doing
The look in his eyes raged
She smiled still hoping for understanding
A moment where he’d utter
Where he’d see her need to write
Then she saw them, the shutters
They crashed down so silently
They ricocheted in her head
Do something useful, normal
You can dream rubbish when you’re dead
To make the point a certainty
He reached for a metal pan
In it page by page were burned
Her dreams by his gleeful hand
It took a while for her to see through
The veneer of his helpful comment
Until the day she snapped
Walked out leaving him to lament.
Ailsa
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