Never Grow Up Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Dressed in an Undertaker's drapery,
Child-like but oddly one who reveled in the dark.
Innocent smile and a dimple on her left cheek,
Freckles on her nose in summer,
Other attributes that indicated
Her lack of maturity and growth.
The nymph in all her purity.

Yet, she still fell so deep,
So low, so hard.
All that child-like, giddy behavior;
Senseless chatter, the strange girl's whole repertoire?
Madness; she was always encompassed by nervous energy.
'I'll never grow up! '—
Was her body's anthem
When she spoke on those rare occasions,
You had to press repeat because nobody anticipated
behind all that giddiness and hyperactivity,
Those giggles as frequent as sunlight?
She was a woman lost in fragments,
And there was no chance for reassembly:
Her development cut off by three.
Nobody bothered to ask how it all started?
They simply located a boot to stomp harder
Until the pieces were so vast
So inconceivable
She no longer had any voice at all—
Or any chance for restoration.

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