A tiny girl, crouching in her hated corner,
Clutching her favorite Bear,
Her ears crushed to her head,
Hands holding in her fright,
With Bear's nose hiding in her shoulder.
Screams pierce the black town,
China tears through the air,
Its screech piercing the distance between the lovers,
Narrowly avoiding his face, he ducks
And throws her vase as a retort.
Bear can't take it anymore, she knows.
His tears careen off his face
And roll down her own cheeks,
As a discolored flower peels off the wall above her
And drifts down in front of the sobbing child. posted by G-Fry at 9:53 PM
