snipping off dwarf fingers
pleading blue streams
of innocent blood
Daddy - where are you?
It feels like hours
outside the grubby outlet mall,
singing in collosal snowbanks
Natasa and I.
[s]i[/s]Icicles like scissors
snipping off dwarf fingers,
pleading blue streams
of innocent blood
to fade from my cheeks.
Twenty two minutes behind us.
Daddy - where are you?
My shallow breaths
finally halting,
just as the last car
sweeps by,
[s]A[/s]and we're left alone again.
Suddenly,
taste of
fuzzy,
orange
peach candy-
[s]S[/s]sour
but sweet-
and
Daddy's soothing but
rough touch-
He's here.