Girl

Little girl stands by the cliffs edge

Starring into the distance of the water

Skies are gray almost dark

Clouds moving at a fast pace

Rolling thunder like passion whips

Sky lights flash like lightning across the darkness

Wind blows like howling cries of agony

Still stands the  little girl hair blowing fiercely

No movement, no movement

Her dress filled with dirt and ashes of flakes

Lashing out as if to have hands that grab

Behind her the barren trees tilt making billowing noises

Sneaking peeks as watching eyes gaze

Half man half mule clutches with amazement

Peeking around its bark

Fingernails green and gray groping the strands of moss

Moaning with grunts of wonder

Turn she does as she hears the sounds behind her

Cocking her head to the side

Hiding he does make with breathing sounds of spit

Her white eyes move with shaking tickles

Making her screams be known

Galloping horses neigh at her findings

Nudging her hand away

The winds of the leaves  blow his scent her way

His hoofs begin to slide behind the brown crocked tree

She stares as she walks with curiosity

While screaming her tongue like a lizards rope

Run as she does like playing catch

Behind the trees she’s met her match

Grabbing him by his long hairy tail she pulls him down

Standing on his chest she begins to whale

He covers his matted eyes with laughter

Not wanting to see her eyes

Standing girl she seems to care for her new strange friend

Grinding movements of lusting cries he begs to let him go

Bending down she smells his arms Biting them like candy

Rain begins to hit like rocks wetting her dress now soaked

Drawing his hoof up into a ball

He hides his tail once more

Away she walks not looking back

Her eyes towards the cliffs ,she runs toward her death

Leaving high her dress tails fly

Leaving behind a confused animal man

Wanting her even more

Rebekah Owens

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