Eight-Year-Old Little Girl

The pig in some city movie

didn’t interest the little girl

like the wedding dress

on her friend’s skinny blonde doll did

As her friend watched a pig

Little girl peels off the dress

stuffs it down her overalls

and rubs the doll’s breasts,

whispering,

“One day, I will have this.”

She takes the wedding dress home

for her skinny brunette doll

a masterpiece to behold

White lace

pearl belt at the waist

glittery, ball gown shape

Smiles and a wedding ensued

“I do!”

Little girl spoke for a plastic bride and groom

throwing uncooked rice around her bedroom

showering her with guilt

“Wait… I stole this.”

She ran to the bathroom

hiding from upstairs doom

Someone was watching

She knew

The children’s bible warned her

about hellfire below

when you do foul deeds on Earth

Little girl dropped to her knees

praying, crying,

begging forgiveness,

“Please! I’m eight! I don’t want the fire fate!”

She cried and cried

Regrets for listening to her dark side

Upstairs must’ve forgiven

Her heavy heart quickly lightened

She got the wedding dress

lifts the toilet seat

flings the dress inside

flushing her forgiven sin away

Then she forgot.

Little girl felt better already

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, loves nature, travelling, photography and art.

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