Little Girl, Lost

You fall through hidden burrows,

Through the center of the

Earth,

Chasing White Light down

Dark Hallways.

You are bigger than your foes but

You are wide-eyed and

Young, and

Their Red Lies bleed quick through your

Porcelain Skin.

You live a fantasy life,

Holding fast to false friends and

Make-believe dreams

But

When you come out the other side

You will see things differently,

The world backwards, and

Upside down and

You,

Trapped behind the glass, a

Frozen mirror.

 

Your mouth moves but

Nothing comes out.

 

J. Bodwell, USA