Somewhere
a girl is walking
she is beside a stranger
holding his hand
her dress is dirty
her hair bouncy
the stranger has hungry eyes
his hand holds hers too tight
her heart beats fast, afraid
her face is wet
she is crying.
she is alone.
Where are mommy and daddy?
she is six
she is too young
They were too late.
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Drippings
PoetryThe space between thoughts and the little things that drip out when my back is turned.
