gOne

gOne

Morning.
She was just a mere child – a babe.
In her lacy pink dress and shiny new shoes,
she danced under the clouds,
clutching her stuffed rabbit.
A lollipop from a strange man.
A car with out-of-town plates.
She’s gone.
Her blood spilled like nail polish.
Her body broken like a lead pencil.
A whisper. A shout.
Mourning.

This poem was written for a class in college.  We were given seven words and had to write a poem that included all of them.  I don’t remember which words we were given, but this has always been one of my favorites.

1995ish?

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  1. easylifestyles

    I love poetry and I really enjoy reading your blog. Thanks for sharing this post. Feel free to stop by sometime.

    Raining Purple Rain

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