The tale of a barefoot girl with stringy hair and filthy torn cloths. The only child of an almost grown young woman.
A mother stands in a faded red bathrobe in the doorway of a rundown trailer looking ten years older then her measly sixteen.
A man in a suit scurries to a black shiny car avoiding eye contact as he passes a girl sitting in a mud puddle. He never looks back.
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The tale of a girl with loosely permed curls sitting properly in ironed clothes upon an ironed chair. Eyes of decaying steel.
A mother stands with plastic form and purpled face in a living room of false order. Invisible trembling hands confirm the loaded gun of fear.
A man ringed of jelly, stricken white abandons a black shiny car on the edge. Molded by others, lost of self, he dives beneath waters, never appearing again.
