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Little girl
in a sunshine yellow dress
playing in her mother's garden
In a bed of sunset orange roses
lay her best friend
her china doll, Missy
The young child grows tired
of the lazy garden
and ventures into the vast forest behind her house
Missy doll's feet scrape the ground
as the small girl trudges through the landscape
looking for a new place to play
She hears the rushing water of the river
that familiar, rumbling sound
her mother warned her about the harsh waters
But curiosity,
as it so often does to young children,
clamped its grip upon her thoughts
She unstrapped her shoes
and undressed Missy doll
the foamy blue water already tugging at her toes
Smile spreads across her face
a small giggle escapes her lips
she decides to tip toe in another inch
Smiling innocently
she walks further still
the rocks on which she stands become bigger
And the current races faster
smile vanishes
it becomes harder to hold on to Missy doll
But the river is too strong now
not letting the girl turn back
and the water thunders on
A surge of water creeps up
then explodes with full force on her back
Missy is ripped from her small fingers
The girl screams in shock
and lurches forward
trying to save her helpless friend
But the rocks between her toes
are mossy now
and slick as a pane of glass
Unable to stay in place
the girl is carried along
left to the river's mercy
Churning foam
picking up speed
picking up rage
The girl is still afloat
clawing at the water
as it tries to pull her under
And the river hits rapids
tossing on rocks
spinning in circles
She is tossed and flipped
she can no longer make any sense
of the distorted images she sees
Desperatley screaming
wasting her air
and her head slams into the uncaring pillar of stone
Eyes closing
the girl looks up
the sun is crystalized in the waters misleading surface
The last bubble trails from her lips
the young body still carried in the current
but lacking the life it once possesed
A china doll on the riverbank
utterly complete
as whole as the day it was bought
It once belonged to a little girl
that loved to play in her mother's garden
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