{"sf1_id":1511234,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Praenomen \u0026 Painted Door","author":"DrRayneBell","words":214,"posted_at":"2019-11-09T00:17:00.000Z","tags":["Painted Door","Poetry","Praenomen","Set","literature"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1511234-praenomen-painted-door","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1511234","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1511234\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#17 of Poetry c.2019\n\nA heavy poetic set based around desperation and the callous disregard of one life's worth to another. This piece took an absurd amount of time to produce, breaking my previous record by ... a lot.\nI think I'm most proud of this one. Goodness.","content":"Praenomen \u0026 Painted Door\n\n* * *\n\nHell heeds for the child,  \nwho, by manners, seemed most mild,  \nwhen compared to by the lot,  \nor else be singled out and shot.\n\nWhat she does is what she can,  \nso that she can form a plan;  \nit needs such a state of thought,  \nthat a young girl must ought not.\n\nIt asks her things that she can't know,  \nwhile she fights the undertow,  \nthat was forced upon her gait -  \nan Atlas kind of profane weight.\n\nShe answers to them, fatherkind,  \nlike the cream to the rind;  \nshe is held down by a seal -  \nthat kind which cooks her meal.\n\n/\n\nHe loved her in all kind of weather,  \neven as he tanned his leather,  \nthat he always loved to use,  \nto keep up an old world ruse.\n\nShe was only twelve and gone,  \nrunning for the hills at dawn,  \nin the hope that she, at last,  \ncan free herself from this past.\n\nFatherkind had found her out,  \nrushing forth to meet her rout;  \na rifle shot would rip right through,  \nwhere it is her soul once knew.\n\nHer poor self went right away,  \non the River Styx - to pay;  \nthe values therein will unfurl  \nto show the worth of a little girl.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}