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Mar. 11th, 2009 12:09 amThis is what it is.
Soft coaxing words,
An implosion of self, small child
in a closet with the door closed, young mother
on the other side. Don't look mummy.
Don't look
at me.
Down the hall a baby cries.
Small child does not - it never helped.
The coats and shoes and pretty dresses are comfortingly blind,
no eye-wounds. Don't look, mummy, please
Don't look
at me.
This is what it is.
Soft coaxing words,
An implosion of self, small child
in a closet with the door closed, young mother
on the other side. Don't look mummy.
Don't look
at me.
Down the hall a baby cries.
Small child does not - it never helped.
The coats and shoes and pretty dresses are comfortingly blind,
no eye-wounds. Don't look, mummy, please
Don't look
at me.
This is what it is.