two girls play
making noise at nothing
another girl sits quietly
making noise at everything
she wears a red cap
with red flap
the perfect sun protector
or soul reflector
a barrier to another self
the noisy quiet girl
deposits her sights
in sand pit memory banks
left for withdrawal
whenever the time is right
she sits among fractured memories
clinging on tight to unstable roots
she stares at the two girls
both with paralysing charm
and looks that could never kill
the type that play political mind games
with their precious prey at will
she decides that being boring
is better than a life of lies
so she leaves her stare there
and trickles back
to the familiar taste
of human waste