LITTLE GIRL LOST
Lost
Lost
She wanders
Skeletons drifting
Moss soft
under feet
Bare and
beautiful , dutiful thing
Times once
were for girls
Like her
Lost
She hungers
Swift lupine
limbs
Fulgent orbs
ravenous
Furtive under
firs, no sirs yes sirs
Pedestals in
place for girls
Like her
Lost
She quails
Doe-y dewy
one
Moon shell
trembling
Beneath
cloudy seas, naked knees
No one left
to hunt girls
Like her
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