Monday, November 15, 2010

Story Poem

Time to Grow up

fists fly
anger rages around them
red contorted faces glaring
the girl sits alone
sitting on a step
perched above the scene
past her bedtime
peering through the stair railing
her little hands clutch the iron poles and her face presses against them
She watches their chests heave in frustration and bodies dance wildly
Sputtering and spitting each other
Their voices crawling up to her spot on the stairs
profane words slither into her soft pink ears
Saying things they will later regret
a veil of innocence is pushed aside
time to grow up


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