A sonnet from a shadow who could do nothing to stop life cutting their
creator’s into two.
Curling
fingers around a teddy bear
Peering
at the world, all vibrant and new.
Breath
cool under skin; twittering coos
Swirl
into ears, behind fluffy blonde hair.
Gaily
toe-tipping as far as she dares
(Palm-sized
feet velcroed into little shoes,
Tutu
dress adorned with food-splattered zoos)
Towards
the precipice of life’s square.
Clutching
talons around a cigarette
The
Earth crudely paved over and spun grey.
Inhaling
monochrome; heavy and wet
Like
concrete, matting clumps of hair like clay.
Lost
a first-promising life like a bet
Now
just a strand of straw among the hay.
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