Thin
Halfway through the ice,
she grasped
the crumbling edge
of her fear.
"Mummy will be mad,"
she thought.
The strangling water
plunged into her open mouth,
like a black snake -
forever plugging her throat.
Her mother whistled,
as she baked a birthday cake
for her daughter.
The knock at her front door
was tentative, yet overheard,
by the little girl,
who by now,
was not to be seen
on any map.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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