Spoiled mudcakes

she knelt at the river's edge, the water calm, placid smooth

like her mirror back home

the sky above her head, the black of space 

diffused by white light of the blazing star, 

suspended millions of miles above the earth,

making it turquise blue

this wild niche, was hers alone

the solitude buzzed a low pitch in her ears, inside her head

just the way she wanted it,

she stared at her reflection

her image looked back, blemished by the dimpled breaks of her 

watery mirror

by tiny insects buzzing low, skittering on its top

made her ponder the hurts she'd taken from her abuser back home

convinced all the more it'd be stupid to go back,

to the lust filled prick who waited there

she saw her brother in her own eyes, wondering about his safety, 

missed his smile,

she took the hardened mud cake she'd made, 

inside its concave bowl, her child memories contained, 

placed it on the water's edge, which then began to soften, 

by the eddy that came, disturbed by wind 

from down around the river's little bend,

into this fragile nook that took her face and mind's reflection

making them into a murky creme of cocoa blend 

billowed into submerged puffed clouds that moved 

like opague amoebas that distorted and engulfed her reflection, 

obscured the clarity of her face like a pallid curtain,

a veil of protection to hide her from his hungry stare

the one who'd stolen her child's innocence and made her run so far away

she jumped, startled at the shout, "Hey, are you okay?"

and whirled around with frightened speed to stand and face

the two who broke her secret space

two men who made her cringe, so high above the canyon below

intruders from whom she thought, "should go away"

"Need help?" One, the short man asked in desperate tone

"I'm okay, now please would you just go away?"

Reviews

[EvaThornburn]

A pleasure to read. Kept me entertained. Thanks, so much for sharing it. Eva