The girl stood.
Bouncy ringlets of hair covering her face,
her tiny hands shaped by a large jar
protected.
As if it contained all the hope of the world.
From her small mouth
Full of her theft and crooked teeth,
(they had started to rot
because of the sugar)
she forced out
words, not lies, yet
newly learnt
“It wasn’t me, the universe conspired”
And spinning incessantly
like the cycle of rebirth and death
with life in between the finite distance, somewhere
full of innocence and dreams
like her shaky laughter
fell down,
a cookie
but it broke.
The girl stood.
With two arms clouded with cuts,
a mutilated soul
and a distracted face,
unprotected.
A contentious droplet abandoned her eyes,
and fled downwards
to reach her chest
as if the heart had gravity.
As she took the last pill in her palms
the words escaped
from her greatly acquired vocabulary
and unconsciously left her lips
out of habit and compulsion
“It wasn’t me, the universe cons-“
The universe conspired very well
for no one believed the naïve child
and the girl was too far to let anyone know.
woahhhhh