ANF-Tiny Girl

Tiny girl who wandered on hollow roads,

Irksome travels of late December snow.

No creature stirred about the empty streets.

Young but cunning, she wandered all alone,

Ghastly was the life she had to ponder.

Ill-fortune plagued her body’s every move;

Rejoined the young, pulsating steps, slowly—

Lengthy steps too morbid for her to bare. 

The End

110 comments about this poem Feed