Estella Cries

February brought a new girl to our class at school
With icicles for eyes and long blonde hair
Dickens was right as this girl was no fool
The way she teased the boys and didn’t care

Flattering and flirting sweetly with the handsome one
Like a hunter to its prey she would smile
Before she stuck the knife in his back for fun
Standing over him she watched and laughed a while

She would dance with the cobwebs and spiders
In the house at night singing to herself
Unable to feel any guilt inside her
Valuing more her beauty and wealth

Louring boys in and spitting them out again
Burning boys with her frozen words and feelings
This was all a part of her ritual with them
Their hearts like ice sculptures dripping from the ceilings

Cruel words and glances were not all they gave her
The girl with such pain in her empty eyes
She had no heart or Pip to save her
Standing still and alone, Estella Cries.