Innocence of Ignorance

A breath full of warmth floods the 

Usually cold air

And the shop front lights up like decorations 

On a Christmas tree, in July.

You're such a liar,

You unclear dawn.

Ice lollies drip down my hand 

Making my fingers sticky

And red.

The same colour, and texture,

As the blood of the fly a little girl

Has just squashed between thumb and forefinger. 

Her tongue burns 

And time ticks ever forwards.

Author's Note

Unfinished