too young
for fables
the innocent
sees truth
words
are not
necessary
to know
a child-self
envisions
powers
big enough
to slay away
whispers
wishes in
fevered,
fearful dreams
time tears
at the cloak
of love
no place
is safe;
longing arms
suffocate,
unfulfilled
the truth of it,
a lifelong tag;
scratches
at her neck
