Her tears have fallen and her house is broken. When you hear sounds of fighting she is the first to flee. To sit on her porch, and she peers out through teared up eyes. To gaze at the city that glows in the night. Despite being curled up she cries out the teary eyes and coughs. She can hear the sounds of the cityscape, the sounds of rustling people and a great escape. She takes to her feet and runs into the cold. She runs down the road through the snow. The sounds get louder and her tears get cold, at the sadness that stains from her yes down to her cheeks. From the cold her bare-feet are numb; they’ve swollen and bled so she leaves a foot print in red. Then there was a rushing light. All she saw was the light then the sky, so disoriented that she realized she was lying on the ground. Now all she could her was the sound of her heart pound and the screams of someone saying “Oh my gosh! There is a girl down!” Cuz there she lay on the ground with bloody feet and just injured all around. A thought played over and over in her head that you may be broken but it’s not over. She drifted away as if it were a dream for the angels to sing and for the paramedics’ sirens to ring. And with that the snow gently fell down as if to say that “you are complete now.”
Another prose poem from my youngest.