Paper flowers, born so brightly and fading through all those dull, dreary and nightmarish days we were locked away in the attic. Paper flowers, born with creativity, love, care, kindness and colour, colour them yellow, oh god, let them be that golden, glowing yellow like the sun we never saw. Let them be beautiful, radiant but also, let them be haunting, let them haunt all those that neglected us! Haunt those who betrayed and used us!
Let them haunt a mother that cared to much for money to remember us, to watch us grow for to her, we were and always would be the little dresden dolls from Galdstone, Pensylvania. The young children that hid every Friday afternoon, waiting nearby the door for our father to rush in with open arms...
Come greet me with hugs and kisses if you love me!
I'll never love you momma, never again will I let you betray my trust, to hurt me. You weren't there when I needed you, when we needed you! You didn't realise I was growing momma, I wasn't a size ten anymore, my bust was blooming two lovely breast, my hips were more feminine and curvacious- just like yours! My hair was long and flaxen blonde, my legs a magnetic attraction for all the young boys to look upon them. There were no young, romantic dates in that attic Momma. There was me, and there was Chris, and there was our children momma. Carrie and Corrie were our children, and we taught them everything we knew.
You didn't even notice them momma. They were dying, crying, begging and pleading and you didn't even notice! They forgot you momma! They were scared of you and all the words you spoke, scared of false hopes and promises you never kept. You never bought them anything that fitted properly, and my dresses were always twice too small. You forgot to by me a proper brassiere and I was forced to hide my growing body. I was ashamed momma, you made me ashamed when I should have been anything but it momma! What happened to me wasn't shameful, but beautiful momma! It was beautiful and you didn't even see it!
I'll make you pay...