Summertide

I was just a child
7 or 8, in summertide.
“Run! Run! You better hide!
Coming! Ready or not!”
Candy floss, lollipop,
floral skirt and cute top.
Playing Chor Police
with friends and cousins
caught me cloaked
“Hush! little kid!”
cuffed and pawed,
scratches bled.
Oh! my knees,
Begging you please!
tongue is sore and sour.
Preyed upon by predator.
tattered skirt,
Am I the one at fault?
nymph fighting demon,
the nightmares return,
“Coming! Ready or not!
Run! Run! You better hide!”
7 or 8, in summertide
I was just a child.

– Winter ❄️