I found a child
in the corner of my room
A little thing
Barefoot
I found a child
in the corner by my bed.
I approach, slowly.
How long you been there?
Nothing
Eyes wide
You deaf?
Nothing
Irises blue
You mute?
Nothing
Pupils deep.
Come here sweetheart
Screw you honey
It’s okay to be scared
You little shit.
How long you been there?
I repeat
She blinks
Once
Twice
Pause
A third.
Her lips part and out comes a dry breath of
I don’t know.
Come here sweetheart
Screw you honey
It’s okay to be scared
You little shit.
I know you, don’t I
Nothing
Blank stare
I do, I know you, don’t lie
Something
A smile.
A smile?
A smile
A little smile
Just in the eyes
Those wide eyes of pale blue.
Pale blue has turned to forest green
But the blue still creeps through
Sometimes
Depends on what I wear.
I found a child
In the corner of my room
A girl
A little girl
A little scared
A little brat
Unprepared
To be seen, to be found out
But here we are
Her and I
Here we are.
You afraid? I ask
She nods
You afraid? she asks
I blink
Once
Twice
Pause
A third.
Slowly, I nod.
Come here sweetheart, she says to me
Screw you honey, getting up
It’s okay to be scared, she sits on my lap
You little shit, and nestles her face into my chest.
Come here sweetheart
Screw you honey
It’s okay to be scared
You little shit.
I found a child
In the corner of my room
A little thing
Barefoot
I found a child
In the corner by my bed.
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probudila modré oči ze spaní.