She wrote

Hearts on pink beds in front of pink curtains in a pink room

Dolls scattered on the floor, sunlight peeks through the window

She sleeps with a thumb in her mouth and a dream in her mind

Candy coated

Denim jacket, pink skirt, Barbie sneakers.

Beads up her wrists and sunglasses in her plastic hand bag

Hops into a car, jumps onto a train

And suddenly she’s on a plane.

Up in the air, she’s told where she’s going

It swoops past her, what could be more important

When her Chelsea doll’s necklace is missing?

5500km she flys

Hard candy to dark chocolate, it seems her life made a u-turn

From Barbie sneakers to New Look sandals, 

From plastic hand bag to fringe cross body

From dolls in her hand to music plugged in her ears

She lived so naive, so lost in her own hole

Surrounded by walls she built herself

Almost never bothered to look up at the clouds

Until she found herself flying in them again

Candy coating eroded off, hearts on her bed become uneven circles

Walls half smashed by her own fist

Lying, being the product of realisation

Of the reflection that lied before

And below furry coats and 6 inch heels,

Under the charm of misguiding idols,

Beneath the thick layers of mascara,

A young black hole

- Amelia Ismar