Published February 29, 2008
[pre]There the child stands,
her dress of lavender reaching only to scraped knees.
Cleome crowns her gold-brown hair, woven by the stems.
An assorted bouquet she clutches in both hands,
the sticky-sweet smell of nectar attracting insects aplenty.
She stares back at me with eyes a piercing blue,
rosebud lips curling as she lets out a giggle.
A tap on my shoulder makes me turn to inquire,
but no one stands behind me.
I turn again to ask the girl at what she laughed,
but she has disappeared.
Alone as she will ever be, as she does not exist.
A child with a perfect name, but for those damned eyes![/pre]
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wicked sweet vocabulary! i had a little trouble, i had to read lines over again a couple times, not that flow-y
a little confused at the end with the damned eyes thing.
but i guess its supposed to be abstract-y right? Like a little surprise.
what ever, i like it alot. your rad, and its rad.
carolinewashere