crabapples

see the small girl
standing in the overgrown yard
under the crabapple tree
see her lean down to the ground
and fill her hands with red and yellow
as the late summer sun throws her face into shade
see her look furtively from side to side
she does her best to hide in the grass
to fade into the scenery
see her jump up and run at the sound
of a slamming screen door
and a guttural voice screaming her name
i watch her from my kitchen window
where i stand every afternoon
i see her cradle her treasures in her overlong shirt
and watch her run like a skittish colt
so graceful in her practiced agility
she surely has a hiding place somewhere out there
somewhere down the block
but i never see it
for she’s gone too soon
gone somewhere to delay the beating
that she doesn’t always deserve
i hear them everyday
they hit me like a wall of cold water
they chill me to my core
she doesn’t even cry anymore
and the worst hit of all is because
she only wants to know
the freedom every child should know
she only wants to taste the crabapples
but she will eat too many
and then he will have his excuse
and the beating will begin
again

crabapples

greeneyedlady

Joined March 2008

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my entry for the
Two Word Challenge,
worst and hit

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