Miss Misery
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Sylvie Cameron-Bernes, Grade 8, Mosman High School
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Poetry
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2019
Finalist in the 'Inspired 2019' competition
Miss misery in spiderweb stockings,
Runs fingers down your spine,
Your head will hollow, you’ll be dropping,
As her hair dye runs into wine
She tells you sweetly solemn tales,
In dimly lit hotels,
As insects in her eyes prevail,
Don’t notice the unwell.
“Do you miss misery?” she asks,
In the quivering voice of the lifeless,
As black angel wings unfold and spread
Her, the fallen disciple.
Behind her aged, cadaverous figure,
She leaves a trail of mould.
Numbly singing you off to sleep,
Willing your heart to go cold.