The
child’s appalled
- doubly so,
trebly,
if
she discovers
she
is seen to be
still
a minor
in
anyone’s eyes
-
e’en the law’s.
She’s
offended that
an
animal,
an
innocent,
has
been trapped,
and
twice and more
the
horror,
that
it chewed
its
own limb off,
to
flee.
The
child’s appalled
-
all noise,
and
bluster
and
waving limbs,
but
she has no clue,
she’s
fed
and
watered
and
clothed
at
other’s expense
-
great expense;
she
knows not,
but
I do.
Between
teeth of triple fronted
brick
veneer,
sprung
with that
soul
destroying torture
of
the 9 to 5 grind,
the
hinge this inner city
maze,
I know;
I
know what it’s like
to
want freedom,
escape,
so
desperately,
you’ll
gladly sacrifice
a
limb,
or
soul,
or
maybe
even
a
heart.
Given
the desire
it’s
not so hard:
I’ve
already done so,
out
of love,
to
come here,
be
here,
and
do so much
for
so many
-
including
for
the waving limbed one,
but
now,
now
the horror’s all mine
and
what I’ve become
a
snarling, savage shadow,
here,
cut
off
from
all that
the
trapped animal
holds
dear.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)
