little girl in only fairy wings
his voice drifts in and out
exploring hands
her mother's worst nightmare
a face stripped of emotion
stares trusting
at flies that buzz about
an exposed ceiling bulb
they are the same, live
and inanimate, smooth
to his eye, hot
to his touch
there is silence for a time
until alone her tears
rain on the spiders below
curled on a table top
her screams gagged
by fear of the known
1 month ago
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