The castle at dawn
Clumsy moves on tippy toes
spinning on those itchy carpet floors
vibrant colors and familiar smells
he takes it all he takes some more...
mothers voice and soothing hands
knotted hair and sticky fingers
the smell of waxy crayons
he thiefs in the night but lets it linger
a familiar street against untied shoes
icky memories a mind must lose
breath tainted with cigars
and she wondering much to far
mind lost in his laberynthine kingdom
like overactive norepinephrine
causing unwanted sensations
emotions on fire as she begins to see
the toxic air which she breaths...
what is this in the articulate shrubbery
an unkempt child?
a familiar face...
and she can't put her finger on
as the girl takes hand in hand
trekking the entanglement at the dawn
weak woman and willful child
beleaguer over grown weeds, trees, and bushels
to the castle of old brittle bones
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