Free verse № 103381
Child of Troy
A free spirit
Trapped in a pushchair cries
Her beautiful name followed by obscenities
For staining what is already soiled
By the neon Citadel
From where the dream soured.
Her Mother leans to pick up the burger
Chinese proverbs emblazon her back
the uneven font coveted
by a red frayed thong with pearls.
The little girl smiled at me
With her green nose and burberry coat
Her eyes sparkled like diamonds
And her mothers black and concaved
I was a part of her brief history
Watching a rebirth of destiny
In to the future
Of another bystanders memory.
9 comments
"Her littler girl smiled at me
With HER(whose, the little girls or the mother's?)green nose..."
You were part of who's 'brief history'?
The prepositionals at the end are terribly awkward, and what exactly is 'a rebirth of destiny'
Good to see you still on here.
Oh and i was a part of the childs brief history, before she prematurely ages by following her mothers lifestyle
Curious in Schenectady, NY
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