The riot of 14 years.
Years of broken tears.
They're rolling by.
Carrying no moss.
Screeches can you hear me.
Wants you not to  listen obviously.
She's growing.
Child to woman.
Security, must guard, at a distance.
Let the adult baby breathe.
Be there.
Be close.

The hormones flew.
A wild child
Beautiful.
A treasure.
Her heart was blue.
She was cold.
Exuberance of petty youth.
Her only fire was innocent ice.
(c) Livvi