matchstick girl
Nov. 25th, 2003 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_sparrowShe slips through crowds and metal and dust, listening, watching. Wires weave through her body, clothes, hair, a walking advertisement- buy from me, keep me safe another day.
The air is thin and cool, made colder yet by a breeze that wafts- no, drifts- no. The breeze crawls, a living thing of dust and breath and buy this, buy that. So many voices, too many, fading into a babbling slience, not one standing out from the others.
It's cold, yes, too cold for a barefoot girl, but home- heat- not until she sells her wares, if she plans to breathe tomorrow.
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Such a crowd, too many people to notice a child slipping out near the docks. Ferries are left running; the engines are always warm. Safe? Relatively.
Pale limbs and vibrant wires twist and coil, tucked into a curve of a ship's engine.
Lazy dockhands, hurried pilots...can't tell what debris is burnt when a ship takes off.
Expand, or no?
The air is thin and cool, made colder yet by a breeze that wafts- no, drifts- no. The breeze crawls, a living thing of dust and breath and buy this, buy that. So many voices, too many, fading into a babbling slience, not one standing out from the others.
It's cold, yes, too cold for a barefoot girl, but home- heat- not until she sells her wares, if she plans to breathe tomorrow.
-----
Such a crowd, too many people to notice a child slipping out near the docks. Ferries are left running; the engines are always warm. Safe? Relatively.
Pale limbs and vibrant wires twist and coil, tucked into a curve of a ship's engine.
Lazy dockhands, hurried pilots...can't tell what debris is burnt when a ship takes off.
Expand, or no?
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Date: 2003-11-25 07:43 pm (UTC)