souls... while they were
jaunting in...
who knows where.
Tried them all
in a daze of wonder
and mischief-
too cold, too hard, just right...
the child resonates
til she was broken and woo'd
into submissive sleep.
And when the beasts
of a tidy convention returned
to the scene of an innocent crime,
the sleeping child awoke and ran...
Not in fear and horror,
but smirking
to a place... far, far away
from the deadening glare.
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