A thud thud and plop plop!
Showed and telled bodies drop .
Lifeless long before they meet the ground,
their cotton skins hardly sound.
A brooding storm coupled by
some companions from a child’s eyes.
Look and see her Noah’s arks!
Floating through winter’s dark.
Two black clouds which precipitate
the deluge they try to abate.
And today this polyethylene betrayed
breaking like promises her sister made.
So on and on Amelia she walks
while on and on her sinister leg balks.
Longing for home sweet home,
she trudges on all alone.
Until finally she’s home with mother greeting,
safe and warm, just in time to receive her beating.
!Written about an experience someone shared with me at work. It formed a particularly vivid and depressing image in my head.!
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