I saw a little girl holding tightly to her mother
her hair shaved, she looked like the moon without all the orange flakes of the sun
she didn't stand in it too long so she did not get burnt
i stood too long in the sun
my eyes looked onto my mother with fierce attachment
and i was shredded as i begged for pieces off of a starving table
I have this way of looking for things in empty places
believing it'd fill simply because i want it to.
© Judith Mallya