Magic
The Sun shined hot that day.
If The Sun had any sense it would've tucked itself under a cloud
and told The Rain to go in its place. Only weather
of that kind was fitting
for a day of that kind.
A phone rang off in the distance. She realized
she hadn't unplugged it.
A breeze strikes through open window,
ruffling the drapes
that just almost hit the floor.
The neighbor's TV crackle and noises
don't quite fill the air.
The trees stretch themselves,
trying to catch any bit of the sunshine they can.
Garbage trucks churned down the road,
filling the Earth's nose with its smell of
filth and smoke.
Her bare skin,
cool,
soft,
scared,
wrapped around her bodice,
tightly.
Long,
straight hair
glides ever her back.
Slowly,
Quickly,
Lightly,
Harshly,
She begins her work.
Twist,
Tying the string.
Agile fingers
Moving as fast and efficiently
As they can.
Slip,
Swoop,
The tie was tied.
Her tiny feet stepped,
Lightly,
Silently,
On the smooth wood floor. The light
Cast a shadow onto the floorboards.
She is again a child.
She is four-years-old,
Creeping about, preparing to do
Something naughty.
She is again who she once was. Before
The sadness set in
Never to leave.
A long, long time ago.
When she first came
She was a gleeful imp,
Sniffing around
something.
Now she was searching for
Anything.
She had a magic to her. A curiosity.
Now that magic was gone,
Run dry. Her curiosity
Dissolved.
At first, she thought it was
A mistake,
A fluke that would
Pass and all would be
The same as before.
When it did not,
She tried,
So hard.
She wanted to have the magic back
So bad.
It was gone,
For good,
For bad,
Gone,
Never coming back.
She would've tried harder,
Longer,
But she got so tired.
So tired.
Now she could sleep.
She points one foot on me
And pulls herself up.
The noose is hung and
then
I fell.
The Sun shined hot that day.
If The Sun had any sense it would've tucked itself under a cloud
and told The Rain to go in its place. Only weather
of that kind was fitting
for a day of that kind.
A phone rang off in the distance. She realized
she hadn't unplugged it.
A breeze strikes through open window,
ruffling the drapes
that just almost hit the floor.
The neighbor's TV crackle and noises
don't quite fill the air.
The trees stretch themselves,
trying to catch any bit of the sunshine they can.
Garbage trucks churned down the road,
filling the Earth's nose with its smell of
filth and smoke.
Her bare skin,
cool,
soft,
scared,
wrapped around her bodice,
tightly.
Long,
straight hair
glides ever her back.
Slowly,
Quickly,
Lightly,
Harshly,
She begins her work.
Twist,
Tying the string.
Agile fingers
Moving as fast and efficiently
As they can.
Slip,
Swoop,
The tie was tied.
Her tiny feet stepped,
Lightly,
Silently,
On the smooth wood floor. The light
Cast a shadow onto the floorboards.
She is again a child.
She is four-years-old,
Creeping about, preparing to do
Something naughty.
She is again who she once was. Before
The sadness set in
Never to leave.
A long, long time ago.
When she first came
She was a gleeful imp,
Sniffing around
something.
Now she was searching for
Anything.
She had a magic to her. A curiosity.
Now that magic was gone,
Run dry. Her curiosity
Dissolved.
At first, she thought it was
A mistake,
A fluke that would
Pass and all would be
The same as before.
When it did not,
She tried,
So hard.
She wanted to have the magic back
So bad.
It was gone,
For good,
For bad,
Gone,
Never coming back.
She would've tried harder,
Longer,
But she got so tired.
So tired.
Now she could sleep.
She points one foot on me
And pulls herself up.
The noose is hung and
then
I fell.