Little 'Girl' You Ran Away Poem by James McLain

After You Have Run Away;
and after the money,
that you need has run like you so low.
How long can you live off those small,
packets of sweet honey, My 'dear'.
Warm each they gave you, when you bought that
last finger of chicken,
you being hungry and so thin as a rail, you must eat.
They who eat only sweet candy, soft it is moist taffy
bagged candy and treats in cups each girl holds,
most 'dear' such as yours.
They can see the toothache you now have
not some small widening stain,
that's your soul that you carry inside from them.
Your little suit case, so dainty and small packed inside.
One pair of jeans your skirt from church,
some knee high socks
and your flops and one pair of clean pink clear panties.
Because you are a pink oyster they all want to drain you.
Sixteen or younger the dark living jungle you see.
The whole world is locked so far now away, from you.
The man in blue would shield you,
and take you home, again lost child, but.
The other lives in the back of each dark red Allys way.
He does not smell the Lilly or a Rose he just cracks,
open the soft center of each pale moon
and moves around each clouds lost soft face.
Mean are the bruises around what were once your,
soft and milk thistle and once very own your silkies.
Winter looks down and comes back to keep in us all,
but not like that,
in the back of a stall, on your hands and knees
where those old salty leaves,
always rain down from the trees,
that can never stand up on there own.