anon
he finds her alone,
her eyes shining,
bright and blue as the sky
that arches as wide
as a welcoming smile
just for her and the
copper-coat girl
on this late winter day,
before she's taken a breath
of the pine-touched air,
before she can feel
the snow underfoot,
before she can shrug off
all the worries
and lose herself
in the trees and the trail
with the lovely red girl,
he descends,
a menacing cloud
consuming her soul food sun,
to hurl his ridiculous anger
at her
for overstepping the bounds
of behaviour
that this guardian,
this god of all people
who are not he
has decreed,
in words that scrape
like a rasp on her skin,
that sting like shards of ice
in her eyes,
that tear at her heart
like the claws of a beast,
this bully,
this creep,
this cowardly ass
who knows nothing
of the beauty
of the soul he assaults
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