JonBenét

 You look on her soft skin and imagine the feel under your touch
With an angelic smile she is beaming through gloss not meant for one her age
And her lashes curled with mascara around innocent blue eyes make her look unreal...a little Barbie dollt you'd enjoy playing with

So you borrow her for a short while
She is so beautiful
Like a princess
But her chin quivers with fear
And she begs to see Mama
Tears spill making her baby blues flash electric
And little JonBenét just will not sit still for you to pet her gently

As your hold gets rougher her squeals escape in faster and higher frequency
Causing panic to rise in your belly
Causing bruises to form under your fingertips pressing deeper and deeper into her babysoft arm
Your touch has damaged this delicate flower
She screams out in pain
You sillence her with a squeeze around her neck
Your little doll now looks like a marionette the  strings now hang limp from her neck
As she hangs limp from the cluch of your fat fists
Drained of the twinkle that lit her eyes
You dispose of the rag doll

No ceremony for her now
She has lost her shine that tempted your eye
And lost her life to your sick need

Do you think of her now?
Hear her giggles like windchimes
When the wind blows cold anouncing winters arrival
The anniversary of your dance draws near
Do you feel remorse
And pray for both your souls
Wish her happy moments with the Mother she cried for in heaven
Minutes before you stole her last precious breathe
And left her for the world to exploit all over again