David, you small boy.
Brown curly hair,
Small stubby fingers,
Your clothes too big for your body,
Your small legs,
Too weak to hold you up.
Your eyes, David,
Your eyes are so dark.
So easy to get lost in.
You don't look at me, you look away.
You're reaching to somewhere with your eyes.
Your eyes.
A pit of sinking mud I'd gladly fall into.
