Stick Child

Girls open their legs not counting the cost
of throw away children,
the tearing skin,
the babe blooming
like a wax flower forgotten in the sun.

Lurking in an endless hallway
calamity awaits
the appearance of a lone, mute, stick child.

Come now, curled little one,
arouse from your oblivion
pick up your toy and play.







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