A moment ago, I was a little girl.
Scared of grass and heights and
The monsters in the dark.
Painting watercolour flowers on the table cloth.
Dreaming of angels and
Praying for a pair of wings,
Hair wild and hands cold,
Unstoppable.
Just a second ago,
Five seconds, ten.
Half a minute and
Suddenly I'm being forced into a mold
Made for princesses and scientists,
Pretty girls with straight hair and curves
And- don’t you cause a fuss-
But the shooting stars are falling in my eyes
I’m blind.
There’s a spider in my room
Behind the bookshelf
Saying, “Grow up, kill me.
Do it, I dare you.”
Grow up, I double dog dare you-
And we all know there’s
No way out of that kind of bind.
The minutes tick like a time bomb.
In an instant I will be cold in a coffin
Hair grey and falling out,
And I will wonder where the time has gone.
This little girl will scream
And pound at the wooden walls
Until the grave diggers realize they've made a mistake
And let her out.
And then the shackles of time will fall away.
