Trees
The leaves outside.
They twist and twirl.
The trees have died.
And in the cold is a girl.
So pretty and so alone.
She made the city her own.
Scrapes scar her knees.
The trees whispering her dirty deeds.
Gave up her role.
As a caring sister.
Gave up on control.
Ever since he kissed her.
Uninvited.
Intruder.
The prey was sighted.
Not happy with one, he became a looter.
Taking all he could.
More than he even should.
So the girl ran, never to return.
Not until the trees were condemned to burn.
She makes the city a home.
Just so she can make it on her own.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2005
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