The pale little girl
with the long brown curls
and small bare feet.
The pale little girl
shrunken in the corner
that keeps her hidden, that
banks the echoes sharply
and holds in her tears
lit of a violent ache.
The pale little girl
closes her eyes, remains still,
silent,
“To avoid being seen.” she sighs,
and looks to the tiny fairy
that alights upon her knee,
“You are so brave, my little one.
So very brave and beautiful.”
The pale little girl exhales,
sharing her warm breath,
knowing what’s real
between the savage air
and furious skin.
Best to stay motionless
than feel such things.
The pale little girl,
With the long brown curls
And small bare feet.
Hushed between worlds.
© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
with the long brown curls
and small bare feet.
The pale little girl
shrunken in the corner
that keeps her hidden, that
banks the echoes sharply
and holds in her tears
lit of a violent ache.
The pale little girl
closes her eyes, remains still,
silent,
“To avoid being seen.” she sighs,
and looks to the tiny fairy
that alights upon her knee,
“You are so brave, my little one.
So very brave and beautiful.”
The pale little girl exhales,
sharing her warm breath,
knowing what’s real
between the savage air
and furious skin.
Best to stay motionless
than feel such things.
The pale little girl,
With the long brown curls
And small bare feet.
Hushed between worlds.
© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
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