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.
Her blood spilled like nail polish.
Her body broken like a lead pencil.
A whisper. A shout.
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.