BabyGrace
Refugee
bored again
I'm lonely and
your baby gestures don't help me understand
how things can get from here to that alien world
you're the kite
feathery and light
a fair child and out of reach despite
the grip I've got on your little fist unfurled
you're a blossom against the sand
a toddler, poor thing, think of things to come
when life sours to something dry and bland
like the salt spray upon your tongue
spit, bitter taste child
but mommy's gone away for good
time to wake up, dumb and beguiled,
lost and tossed like the driftwood
you're empty as death inside
and the divide is begging to eat you alive.
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and you thought yours sounded forced, foray!
I'm lonely and
your baby gestures don't help me understand
how things can get from here to that alien world
you're the kite
feathery and light
a fair child and out of reach despite
the grip I've got on your little fist unfurled
you're a blossom against the sand
a toddler, poor thing, think of things to come
when life sours to something dry and bland
like the salt spray upon your tongue
spit, bitter taste child
but mommy's gone away for good
time to wake up, dumb and beguiled,
lost and tossed like the driftwood
you're empty as death inside
and the divide is begging to eat you alive.
-----
and you thought yours sounded forced, foray!