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Speak

What do your eyes say?
Are there secrets to tell
Insults to hurl
Apathy to convey?
Amusement is reflected
in the eyes' glitter.
Anger is shown
in the glare.
A world of conversation
contained in a stare.
Talk to me silently.


--R. Turko




Little Girl
I watched you
walking through the meadow
doing some innocent thing
falling down in the soft grass
pulling yourself back up
or maybe picking some bright
yellow flower
and I watched
just long enough to see
as he pulled you close to him
he sucked the sun from the daylight
and in that shadow of the field
he hurt your soul
I cried
but all you could see between your tears
were the dead flowers around you
and felt the itchy grass beneath you
and until this day
you'll tell almost everyone
that the grass is just as soft as it
always was
and you accomplished
picking a single flower
but I know the truth
and I hope you'll stop crying
soon.

--Marissa Wetzel


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