the walls of primroses,
on the ceiling of Emily's room,
walked down to hell,
and grabbed her soul
as she stuck to wall
screaming profanities which are
not her voice - but the
head and faces of her pain
the society of terror,
horror and even cries,
where the primroses are as
delicate and full of pricks,
can grab a girl
and make her a doll -
of lifeless art.