stained glass

[Guest guest]

her

brown,

doe eyes

peeked

intensely

through the

spider-webbed

pane

of glass...

on her

tippy-toes

she could

barely see...

but it was

more

than

plenty

at first

she

gingerly

walked backwards...

still staring at

the Truth

then she

gasped -

turned

and

ran

as though

her

little legs

were

unmercifully

afire

miles

and

miles

and

miles

away,

she

collapsed

into the

arms

of

grandmother tree

the

wind

whistled

lullabies

and

she

slept

exhausted

by

life,

at the age of

five

~ Tess