Alligator Scars

Alligator Scars

A Poem by TheFourLeafedClover

To the scars of a childhood left behind…


You wonder what happened

To the kid who spent hours
Skipping across couches around the room
So the alligators don’t get her feet.

She had no idea
That she’d ever end up
Dreading having to get through a day

I guess that’s what happens when
The game stops

She steps off the couch
And wades
Right into the waiting maws of the alligators.

Well, it’s too late now
I don’t want all this blood dripping
Onto a beautiful

But, oh.

What I’d give
To be perched safely
On that couch again.

© 2017 TheFourLeafedClover

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It felt like I was reading an imagination come to life, since I am very familiar with the games where as a child, I would jump across couches to not be eaten by monsters between the gaps. I love how you connected it to life, in that this person in the future probably has fallen in the feared spaces and "devoured" by alligators. There's a yearning to go back to the simple days where everything is make belief and there is no sadness... Only joy. Thanks for sharing this!

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Added on April 14, 2017
Last Updated on April 14, 2017
Tags: wistful, depression, life, infp