Pixel Dust

Her father blew the family home
The fish tank hit the lawn alone
Little Pixel hit the road
A devil suit to share the load
She made it to the underpass
Every breath became her last
Colours rained on every flower
A gift a curse the witching hour
She grew to love the road itself
Fed herself from library shelf
Met herself the perfect other
Children came to call her mother
Now Pixel’s fish tank holds no water
Lizards’ home the past has taught her
Not to take a chance repeating
Her father’s life so hard and fleeting

April 2009