Waif Girl


There  was a waif girl 

Whose entire world was twisting out of control

And she was staring down at the rabbit hole with greedy eyes filled with fear and pain and want

And all she could see was a void with a gravity that pulled greater with every last part of her world that shattered

But he was there

with a life jacket, and a cup of tea 

A movie ticket and a poem 

And his contact was of a greater force than the gravity of the hole and his steady hand settled the shattering world and her gaze broke from the abyss to land on his 

And he smiled

And he saved her

In more ways than one


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