Devil in the Moonlight

Hold tight little girlwide open toward a new type of lifesurrounded by chaos and broken dreams made to observe.Dull mumble roarPossibilities pressured upon a future outcomeHolding dignity for a family frozen in a picture perfect wastelandInsignificant words that matter not to a circle of best intentionsWonder gushing out of her pores that have no choiceThe angel beckons to dance on her grave exposing comic relief of the other sideSting in the flesh of dirt piles left behindElite new england stuffery snaps jealous poison on a meter not worth a damDipped desire to verse that stands.The little girl shivers touched by meaning made real through death cuz the living requires too much for weary bones to make time for.Another baby born for a brief luster getting a do overChance at redemption to slay the dragon, praying that adult frustrations of wounded ego don't scape goat the child in discipline and stand up straightPassing on seconds of buttery potatoes and clever conversation in the hot sun melting the glass around her lemonadeJumping through the hose spray grasped tightly by my brother's thumb caught up in cackle laugh that feels like eternityShe only wanted love and found it to be her last supper quenching that thirsty spirit in enough of a mark to visit dreams and skate on tear dropsFinal flowers pressed in postcards bound half hazard in costume pigtails in the back of an album somewhere that we aught to checkThe girls hold hands making promises of bff and please forgive me in the event of separation, marriage or just plain bitternessMemories are plenty to shape into a life well lived and curiosity for whats to come in the whispers you lay patiently in our mind and the devil that peeks behind our moonlight.