A little girl cute but ungainly
Gums gapped and mind so sure
She jumps up onto the ledge
Peers down sees the ant shapes below
and tastes deep diving fright
But nothing compared to
The fear she'll know
when the roots of her blonde curls are reduced
To brown-red wire from the blood the blood leeching from her scalp
fragile porcelain
She too pulls herself with some effort now to the ledge
recalls a day
Long ago
when she stood on the same ledge
Then there was fear
now only
the taste of iron on her tongue
the taste of her own blood
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