Dressed in a gingham skirt and pale blouse,
The six year old set out from her house;
Unfathomable mirth escaped her lips;
her tiny stature , she thought to be insignificant
In the crammed streets outside.

Little did she know that
the wild foxes spat venom
And reeked of an insatiable appetite;
They smothered her innocence
And splurged an un-erasable filth
On her little vulnerable body.

They plucked her childhood
Like the morning flowers :
leaving the garden dull and bereft.

She stood at the bus stop
Heaving scholarly books on her hands
Her mind spinning with busy schedules
And daft unanswered questions

Little did she know that the air purchased contempt
And the growling dogs drooled grime
And pawed her with an unkindly demeanour

They trampled her teenage
Like a dying rose lying forlorn on the ground…

She made her way home
After another exhausting day at work
Her child’s voice whispering in her ears
And the woes of her family abiding in her head

Little did she know that the
Sky reflected the last breath of dusk
And the predators crept out of their hideouts.

They threatened her womanhood
Like the dark skies which obscure all light
On a somber moonless night.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Veronica G
    Jul 29, 2014 @ 12:14:44




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