child

The night was dark and cold the little girl sat shivering on a door step. Why did this happen? How could this happen? Such a poor innocent girl who should be laughing and playing is sitting by herself all glum and sad. Her dress is warn, old, and kind of gray. Her feet are bare and bleeding, it looks like she had been walking for miles. Her hair was mangled and wet the brown locks covering her face like a mask. Her deep brown eyes just wishing someone would come and hold her tight. But still she sits there all alone with no one to love her and no one to care for her. All the trees and flowers seem to wither and die in their sadness for the poor lonely girl sitting on the doorstep.

Along my side,
Is my robotic child.
His name is Robert,
And identification key is: 007-46-8224

He serenades in the morning,
and charges at night
With eyes that pulse
Harmless blue.

He cost me a dear penny,
I do say,
Fuels up on petroleum
More frequently than I

Some ask, "Do you love him?"
Why, of course I do!
He does the laundry,
cooks my lunch,
remembers numbers,
and he's not a dunce!

He's quite useful...
Yes yes... my robotic little child.
So perfect and efficient,
There is no need for
one of my own.

I am an awkward child.
I drink fancy teas
That cost me most of my allowance,
And take numerous devises to make,
And require the water temperature to be
Exactly
212 degrees…
that’s the boiling point of water…
But it’s worth it.

I am an awkward child,
I eat leftover sausage from a plastic baggy,
Not even warmed up,
And laugh
Hysterically

Her sweet blond hair
spills around bare shoulders
she
wears the black strapless dress
mommy gave her
and her seven-year-old hands
clumsily hold the cigarette,
it's end burning like
a dying Rudolph's nose,
it's body thin
and as white as
her pale,
made-up skin.
Her feet swim in high-heels.

She looks in the mirror,
bats her mascara eyelashes,
and practices blowing smoke-rings