Purchased

She flutters helplessly
leafy limbs and
feet of floss
Tell her, tell her
what she missed
what crinkled her papery
thoughts
what crusty pinching
sold her out
Her dreams are more real
than today, than home
yet roughly they cram her
full of truth
But heaven heard the shackles clink
and tramp her swimming bunch
of petal parts
Deeming it all
injustice and falling
she was blown dry
and dusted for soul remnants
and dropped from the highest peak
to start again.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2007