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Sailor Dress (Free verse) by sunset sky

My mother hid the cross in a small triangular box covered in mirrors I saw her retrieve it one day as the late afternoon shadows skimmed warmly across her hair I was only five My father was the man who shook the table Oil wells and such I needed a passage I escaped that summer in my sailor dress Down to the water praying "good girl" baptised in the ditch I don't know when He discovered it was gone I returned before dinner Satan punished me that night with a belt.

Dovina 27-Apr-05/7:01 AM
Well told story. Why did she do it? - that's the lingering question.

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