Needles

January 18, 2012
By , El Cerrito, CA
Winter
The little girl
with the red fingertips,
thread ‘round her neck.
Skin and needle almost one.
She nods away.
Gone.
Spring
Underneath the stone
she lies.
Her lips
her skin
her fingertips.
Summer
It’s time.
you leave
behind
this world,
the girl
with the once red fingertips.





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