Stick Girl – A Poem

Stick Girl by N. M. Sirett©

STICK GIRL

on the crest of the hill she rages

head back

jaws wide

screaming

a badly drawn

stick figure

red triangular dress

scribble-rushed

on the crest of the hill she leaks

tear fountains

eyes ragged

flooding

face smudged

stick girl

line-feet

line-legs

on the crest of the hill she’s seen

stick girl

an ill-considered doodle

animating

drawn bad

drawn wrong

paper-bound

shredding

on the crest of the hill she’s heard

heart bleeding

chest hitching

despairing

but to those in the valley below

where life is stilled by snow

no one is so bold

as to be anything but cold

in towns and cities elsewhere

there is no discerning            no care

nobody grasps

the things that she rasps

as she rips out her scratchy lead-hair