Poetry Readings

The Little Girl

The sun is down and I walk in the darkness, the only light I have is the moon. I had just run from my room of which felt like a long lasting cocoon. I know someone's gonna come looking for me soon.
My favorite spot under the bridge is taken by a little girl with a teddy bear in her right hand, just hanging. My phone is vibrating, it's ringing but I ignore it. I'm as close as I feel like being to the girl because she looks like she's cringing...shaking.
I'm even closer than I was before and she's turned around. She's staring at me, I have to look down. Because she's short and she's on me now. She's hugging me so hard and looking at me, I completely erased her frown.
This strange girl was hugging me so tight, she began to compress my stomach. She was wearing a clean red dress and it impressed me because I've been wanting to get my future daughter that. She had long, brown curly hair to her ear, but looked crazy like she needed some rest.
We sat on the cold, gray stairs near the bridge as I held her. She's just some strange girl and I loved her. She looked like me when I saw her; she looked as if she was getting younger.
She cuddled in my chest like I was her citadel and mother. I'm too young, but she looked as if she could be my daughter. She was as small as a baby by now, I could burp her. Because the weight on my arms got lighter, I swear she was older.
I blinked and she was gone. I was holding my stomach probably where she respawned. But how was that she was just in my arms.
I felt a kick of happiness that made me sick.
All I can remember is the fact that I ran because of the angel I was carrying in my belly. The one my father has a full gone hatred for, like...really. Because I'm so young and I began to walk like jelly.
I thought about that little girl and how she just hugged me so tight. For some reason, when she did I felt alright. I felt happy and full of joy, that's good right? It's kind of weird that I saw alittle of my face with alittle light. It's because she was my child, she was my light.
She was just a vision.
An illusion.
Of what my child would look like.

{4/12/17}