Dear Little Girl Lost: Part I

My attempt at avant garde poetry for the first time in ten years.

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i.

dearlittlegirl lost –

remember before

beforeyouweresoblue beforeyourheartfeltlikea

bruise?

it’s [hard] because it was so long ago, but

you were beautiful

(just beginning to dance around the milkweed, not a monarch, but a butterfly certainly).

she called you

Sunshine.

butitstrue your soul radiated through your smile

& you glowed

(a firefly, a torch, a candle, but you glowed).

no one knew what they would miss because no one knew how deeply their words

carved into you

like knives or razor blades.

you glowed

(a firefly, a torch, a candle, but you glowed).

youurheartfeltlikeabruise

youweresoblue

but you thought

you thought

you thought

your HEART felt like a bruise.

you told people your heart was a mo•sa•ic

broken

BROKEN

broken.

but what did you know about stained glass and fusing together broken things?

[you were just a silly girl.]