Summer tickled her nose
She sweat so much you could hear it
like rain on the pavements of the street
Putting her foot above the other
Rope rotating around her like her own little world
She breathed-
And skipped and jumped around
like the fun she wished to become
- She stopped.
It's gone
She left for the 4 barriers of freedom.
A flightless dove covered in ice
Biting the tips and edges of her nerves
Numbing the blue and black under the pale white surface
The rythym of life left
It stopped-
She's gone.
