and there she was
dancing in her torn dress
a firefly laughing
amidst asphalt jungles
and concrete trees
blinking happy beeps
sprinkled in sugary sparkles
a world of knees, knobs and eyes
towering above her giggly scrambles
and bubble babble bounces
conversing with leaves and baby bugs
singing with the music of the sun
wearing a tattered paper mask
toothless before her time
black and blue and pink
cracked and broken
in places that had no names
look ... but don't see
listen ... but don't hear
question ... but don't know
ask ... but don't tell
scream ... but don't help
caught like a buttlefly
in a web of tape and heart strings
binding her to black basement silence
her brother, her mother, the others
each took their turn
to sear a new hole
in the angel's shredded wings
she closes her eyes
she pretends
it's just lemonade
the dry dogfood isn't so bad
everything else washes off
it will be over soon
just wait ... wait
so she sat on her own wall
watching them scrawl
on silver adhesive
sticky, smelly and wet
no hope, no voice
no choice
but no more...
the years spin
and the tears fall
the bonds break
and the basement burned
and here she is
and now she sings
chattering butterfly things
to fly away to the music
over the sunlit lake
sparkles and dreams
laughing, crying, alive
joyous and forever free
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