Never Land

​he kisses another girl
the sharpest of pin pricks
ruby red tears staining stockings
mended lovingly for him

a shoebox of thimbles
rusted and ignored
an outstretched dainty finger
waiting to be remembered

“you’ve forgotten
Peter”

“you’ve forgotten
all about me”

a leap from window
anyway

“I can fly…”

“I can fly…”

“I’m flying.”

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