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Feral Baby
She retreats with slanted mouth
eyes hollowed out by natures cruelty
meandering through icelandic conditions
where just a tear could melt a thousand ice capped mountains
but none fall.
Her mind is racing but her feet stay rooted to the spot
engaging in a mexican stand off
Surrounded by neolithic proportions and stone age brutality
She keeps head bowed against the siberian skies
The shadow of skin that clothes her delicate frame
worn rough by begging on bended knees
scurrying for a morsel of love
chewed out by monstrosity
yet she still feels the heat on her skin
the pattern of hope encases her shroud
bewitching in her wretchedness something stands out
her utter devotion to this her meagre life
The ice white hair wisps around like tiny tendrils of light
she grapples with solitude her only friend and constant
in this nightmare that is her life
bowed again she calls her family to her side
A bay to the moon for her lost mother to come
this child grown old
this feral baby
Raised by dogs
until they ripped out the heart of her with a solitary silver bullet
Ostracised from society
unable to communicate
yet yearning for love
Maybe never to come.
But somewhere deep inside this animal is more humanity than she has ever known.
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