It was the only voice
I’d ever heard--
tiny hiccups of sound,
the first note followed by
a vibrato of noise--
violin strings of crying,
legs and arms spasming,
so thin, they were
almost transparent,
the sticks of bones
composed of glass
and light,
and a heart--
a heart flying,
a heart next to mine.
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Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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