Monday, February 7, 2011

Puberty

I woke to the wailing from upstairs.
My beautiful, symmetrical daughter was sitting on her bed in her pink room, crying and bleeding.
My wife stood by her side trying to console her.
There was a thin trail of blood sliding down the inside of her thigh.
On the floor between her beautiful tiny feet were three eggs of differing colors, splotched with blood.
There was no consoling her.
How can she be more beautiful with her blond hair and black eyes, filled with tears. Long slender neck and lovely bones.
Over her head circled a vulture.

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