PEEING IN THE SANDBOX
baby
can't decide
to live or die
baby
reluctantly
opts for...life
baby
happy now
she's hung around
she my child now
forgets her death
whispering in her ear
stops her play ever now
and seems to listen
to what her Death had to say
then peeing
in the sandbox
laughs loudly at her Death
her Death
slinks off sulkily
her laughter hurts him
little daughter
plants her first seed
it grows within her heart
through the jamjar
roots come into being
'Aghh....it's growing spiders! '
tiniest of shoots
pops its head above soil
'Oh...it growed...it growed'
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