Battered child in rust coloured clothe,
what used to be;
a dainty pink dress
fit for a princess.
A tattered golden sash holds tight where mothers’ arms belong.
She is kneeling at the rubbled Alter of her life;
all things altered.
Projecting her make-believe memories on burning buildings and falling bombs.
Watching her life,
cinematic
with real eyes
real tears
willing the salty waves to blur reality,
to change her last glimpse of her parents;
to ballroom dance twirls,
from crimson splats and bodies hurled.
To erase the moment when all the little girls knew the grip of a grown man’s hand,
a soldier to save her
a gun to rape her
a bird to eat her remains.
All she wanted was a party dress,
a movie,
a family,
some piece of freedom to shove into the crumbling holes in the walls.
Poor little thing,
we will find your Peace when your parents’ bones beneath your feet turn black and run thick as oil.
I love Threadless’s new tee; The Leftover, designed by Budi Satria Kwan! Karl picked this shirt up a few days ago, but I just had to put up a little love for it too.
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