Tuesday, August 13, 2013

twin girls

they were twin girls
one in the swings, one
on the grass
playing with their toys
happily deciding the fate of others
and their hair shone
bright in the sun
swished in the wind
laughter rang out
as clear as a silver bell
the chain broke, the body thrown
little arms and face harmed
skull to a rock where a pillow
should have been
and i awoke, in a sweat
from the dream that stole
my secrets
and grieved for the children
already lost.