Chelsey van der Munnik | Quiet as She Was

This is the girl who ran away.

 

These are the feet that carried the girl who ran away.

 

These are the shoes that shielded the feet

that carried the girl who ran away.

 

This is the street, the very first street,

that felt the shoes, pink and new,

that shielded the feet, young and soft,

that carried the girl, quiet as she was,

who ran away.

 

This is the brother who doesn’t realize his own power,

who chased down the street, the very first street,

that felt the shoes, pink and new,

that shielded the feet, young and soft,

that carried the girl, quiet as she was,

who ran away.

 

This is the friend—who really likes younger girls—

of the brother who doesn’t fathom his own power,

who chased down the street, the very first street,

that felt the shoes, pink and new,

that shielded the feet, young and soft,

that carried the girl, quiet as she was,

who ran away.

 

This is the end, brother listening to his friend,

unwilling to bend,

don’t mend the situation,

instead swing to the occasion,

prestidigitation across her new flesh, now torn dress,

both new and pink.

 

Quiet as she was, no one heard on the street,

the very first street.

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