• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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Little She

It slinks up through fisted clouds
Still clinging to the night
We sat there.
You and I.
Watching, watching.
Damp grass underneath us.
Smells sweet, you said.
Like childhood, I said.
Do you remember? you asked.
I'd rather not
I'd rather the dawn was the child
Sun-blushed promise,
Untouched unsullied
A smile so bright, unwavering
Like the laughter in our house,
Pitter-patter footsteps like summer rain
Once upon a time.
I can still hear her,
The Tinkerbell chimes,
Little bells of sunrise,
So you remember, then?