This is my poem box! I had to make it twice because my room mate threw it away the first time :( I made it out of a Coach shoe box because of the red interior. I used sugar, feathers, and REAL hair (thank goodness for friends who like hair extensions)!. Here is the poem I based the box on:
Indian Princess
She is beneath the surface.
Weeping, head in hands, harsh moans.
Silk face and a feather tipped crown.
Whipping her face with the wind, watering her lips with the rain, he tore her in two.
Tearing into scarred flesh, gently ravaging her frame.
He was breathless, bloody and partial to her.
He bent her into whatever he liked, curving his thin lips into a sharp smirk.
He gripped her long hair and scorned its softness.
His love was pungent.
He let her sleep, covering her eyes with petals.
And when she woke, her native feet were dirty pennies dancing on white sand.
She ran tenderly into morning, pellets of mist tickled her face.
Death, in silent sweet disposition.
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