Her eyes are wide with fear and sorrow, her blond hair loose, dirty, and unkempt about her face. She clutches a broken doll with missing eyes and arms, staring off into her own world. In this world there is no disease, no orphans , no thieves. No hours of staring into a mother's blank, eternal eyes, no screaming of siblings as their lives are ripped away. Terrible sorrow, lost and without a clue, praying that the sun will cease to rise. She was tired of leaning out of the upstairs window, crying to the empty road for food, water, or a place to stay. This was not a place for a child so young, for an orphan with nowhere to go. But there is no choice, and no help to be had. The streets outside are lined by abandoned buildings and homes, with the occasional cry of another lost child or dying soul. Caught in the midst of this ghostly town, she is terrified to recall her memories, but also to forget. Soon she will become another lost being, to prowl this Earth for eternity. 2008-07-11T19:22:24Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/24739 <p>oh wow. this is just.. beautiful.. so heartfelt! very nice job.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24739?basename=79007 2008-07-11T19:22:24Z .:band baby:. http://ficlets.com/authors/bandbaby <p>A very interesting subject, which is quite unique to your current works. It is quite insightful, although I think you were looking more to reflect as that girl rather to narrate. In that case, I think you should work harder on putting yourself in your characters shoes. Otherwise, a great poem with good diction and vocabulary. Nothing less than what I expect from you, my love.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24739?basename=48886 2008-03-16T14:15:23Z Korirei http://ficlets.com/authors/korirei