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Wanton Ways :) sounds like moi :)

[koquette]

Prescribed Childhood
by Aimee Sobero

In the rose garden she hears them at play,
Twirling and weaving amongst themselves.
They are small, immature children with glittery wings,
The faint murmurs of their teasing taunts, drawing her
near.
As she peers through the foliage, she sees them zipping
about;
One is on a speckled toadstool, and the others are enjoying
their liberty.
She innocently stumbles forward, her fingers outstretched;
She wants to touch these shimmering fragments of her
imagination.
"This is another daydream," she utters to herself.
"When I reach out to touch, she will grow dim,"
her medicated lips quiver.
Her curious, blue eyes eyes blink naively at these images;
The images of her tablets were prescribed to void out.
And for a second of that hopeless, pure childhood,
She is playing with the nymphs in the garden.

Aimee Sobero, my creative writing classmate wrote this
for our monthly zine The Lion's Quill :)

I miss you sweetie.

I need to tell you details.

Re: Wanton Ways :) sounds like moi :)

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Details, please.
How? Why? Who? and Did You? After?
Hahahaha :-)

Miss you sweetie.