Broken Innocence

Fri, 01/05/2018 - 13:16 -- Myah12

A breath of pure life tugs on my shirt until I finally put my pencil down, close the pages of my life, and pay her some mind. Her glimmering, bulging brown eyes catch on to a beam of light just right.

The glow instilled within them is enough for me to allow some stress to subside and a smile to pierce through the corners of my mouth. She begs to read the mysterious book laying at my fingertips. Before I have time to deny her innocent request, my life is snatched away and in the hands of a giggling little girl. I find myself trapped in the thoughts of how foolish it is to believe a young girl as herself would understand what’s amongst the pages. Pulling me from my thoughts, she knocks her fist on my knee as if it were a locked door.

“You only write sad stuff.” Her tone of voice doesn’t hold disappointment or plead for an answer as to why I do. Instead, she pans through the pages to a poem I wrote with bloody legs, weary hands, and a broken heart.

She pulls me in closer and cuffs her hands around my ear. With a tear rolling down her cheek and a quivering voice, she whispers, “This one’s my favorite.”



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