Rym in the Lab Coat

Rym takes her white lab coat
Off right after school
The tea is on
The flame is blue
The radio is on
Waiting to talk to her
It’s her naked body
On white velour
But there’s no feeling
Just weight on her
But she gets nauseous
When he talks to her
Such proper language
For acts so cruel
He said:
“We all follow the rules”
“We can’t very well go and break them now”
“Can we?”
For her
Her older sisters, he had them too
But he’s her favorite
And she knows it’s true
She looks just like her mother
In that thin disguise
Her parting mouth
Her shining eyes...
And the way that he hates her
And the length of her hair
It’s the reason he made her
It’s the bond that they share
She’s just trying to endure
She could easily go and make her own life somewhere
Couldn’t she?
With the sun she does rise
But she keeps her eyes shut
The alarm clock lies
Gets to school on time
Where she’s a bag of warm fluids
Where she’s the corpse in the class
She walks so near the lockers
Lays so low in the grass
“Did you get that coat from the principal?”
“Did you get that bruise on the bus?”
“You should wash your mane more”
“You should look more like us...”
But I saw her walking once
Under powder blue skies
She looked cold still
Her collar was high
And I tried to talk to her
But she walked right on by
And I don’t know what she said there
“Hello”
Or
“Goodbye”
And were all trying to be pure
But that isn’t a very easy thing now
Is it?
To do
And she ran for miles
From her home in the slums
And she took all the beatings
And lost her teeth from her gums
And she felt her hooves break
Against cold flagstone and then
Her body gave her a filly
Too young to understand
And no one was coming
To save her from the dark and the cold
And she collapsed in the gutter
And died all alone
And as the flesh from her body
Sloughed off from decay
They kept her close
And used her anyway
And no burial was held for her that day
Just a skeleton hidden
In the bushes off the parkway
And it wasn’t just her who died in that room
It was all her dreams that were locked in that tomb
And the stallions who did it
They kept getting away
You may even pass them
On the street to this day
Flashing warm smiles, and hocking their wares
And I know for a fact
That none of us care.
But I passed the pawn shop
Yesterday
And what I saw
On the window display
Made me remember something
And my breath caught in my throat
All cleaned up now
But it was her same white coat
So I bought it and
I brought it back home
I could smell her still
Read it like a tome
And I came against the soft textile
But it won’t ever replace
That beautiful smile
And she’s gone now
And she’s not coming back
But the memories still come to me
When I lay in the bath
Knowing I was one of them
Who crushed her sweet voice
And left her to rot
As just another one of our toys
And do I even pretend
To have any regret?
Not even a little
Because I heard her last breath
It sent a feeling running
Down my spine
She’s better off dead
Wasn’t worth being alive.