Friday, November 23, 2012

the clearing

The little girl lay coughing in the darkness of her room. 
Eyes open, breath returned, she whispers late but soon.
Asks why does she cough, and her mother speaks to soothe:

says she's spitting out the demons that bore with her from the womb.

Written 11.23.12 @ 1:05 PM

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