Saturday, November 24, 2018


All Emmas have a tragic end​

at least in pop songs: suicide, overdose, ​
injuries from a car crash, an empty house​
left behind after drowning, sentenced ​
to hell and silence, the end of an affair ​
with the lover who saps her strength.​
Emma found herself incommunicado,​
falling like rain under grey cloud,​
a red, Christmas flower under acid tears,​
silenced in drunken streets and misunderstood.​
She was a blonde angel, a princess, a blue-eyed baby,​
who wanted to be a star, who wanted better​
who couldn’t see she was all she needed to be,​
who wanted to be human, to be loved.​
Emma’s the girl known by everyone.​

- Emma Lee​

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