the lost children

 

I prefer the greedy girls
    the lost children
        who have forgotten not
           how to play
              or pray
                 or
                   may
                       be
                           they have
                                  but they're good at pretending otherwise

 

—

Sometimes I see my words as sharp, covered in jagged edges, a sweet, warm and jagged pill. 

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D'jaevle, Unfinished

One thought on “the lost children”

  1. Delicious to hear you reading this one! Thank you ~ it was lovely just on the page.. but spoken.. takes on a more visceral meaning.
    As always, your voice is wonderfully ~ everything!

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