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Friday, April 6, 2007

   The Piano Crafter
The Piano Crafter

There was a girl,
With blue eyes and blonde hair
Shed sit on the fence and call passing strangers
So they would stop and stair

Shed get down on her knees
And cry and plead
Shed ask and shed beg
For them to put a bullet in her head

She never went home
For fear of the pain
As her father would beat her
His fists all in vain

One day she came back
To a terrible sight
Her dad shot her mom
In the middle of the night

Carried her body
Out into the shed
Put her on a table
And cut off her head

Burned her in a barrel
So no one would know
Set her skin on fire
And bleached all her bones

He made them into a wind chime
And hung it on the porch
So his daughter may listen
Each time It chimed she would hurt

The girl couldn’t take it
The horror was too much
She took a gun on her father
And spilt all his blood

She ran away
For she was quick on her feet
She walked in the shade of night
And lived off the street

One night as she slept
In the doorway of a home
A voice called out to her
And to it she awoke



There was a woman
In a flowing white gown
She smiled at her
And knelt down on the ground

She whispered to her
“ Don’t be afraid”
“ You’ve seen lives on the line”
“ Know its your turn to be saved”

She took her hand
And took her away
To a different world
A different Place

The woman taught her to create
And work with her hands
She taught her to kill
And passionately hate man

Shed tell her every day
“ All males can do is destroy”
Shed remind her how they work
“ That they think precious life is a toy”




She taught her how to be a killer
And take revenge for her mother
Shed sneak into a house
To kill a boy, man, husband, or lover

Shed cut off there hands
Imaging the ones that used to beat her
And steal all there bones
Little did she know she was becoming a creature

She collected hundreds of bones
And would whittle them in the shadow
Shed piece them together
Each bone adding together to create her perfect piano

It was a terrible tradition
The woman had told her
To create a piano of victims bone
So your soul may never grow older

And so the time came
Where her creation was almost done
And all she needed
Was one more bone




She went out on the rooftops
And into the street
And she spotted a boy
With blood on his knees

Dressed in black
He bore bruises on his flesh
Cuts on his arms
And Alcohol on his breath

At the sight of this boy
And she didn’t know why
She walked up to him
and started to cry

He looked at her
She looked at him
As she looked in his eyes
She felt her heart beating again

She saw in him
What she saw in herself
They both were beaten and broken
And were living through hell




Suddenly he grabbed her in his arms
And wouldn’t let go
Then she didn’t want to kill
Standing there as they held each other close

Between him and her
They each removed half a rib
She finished her piano
And shed play it with him

This was her story
The before and the after
This is her story
She is the piano crafter
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