Alice-And-Asylums

You remind me of the beach that I love. With the sand so hot that when you dig your feet under the tiny grains they scorch your little piggies and big toes,too. How the waves are so frothy they seem like the lace to an enormous turquoise blanket. They rise and arc to the sky, hiding the sun for the split of a second, before they come crashing back down to earth, gobbling up the little children who bleat so happily and squeal with excitement. I miss not knowing crabs hid under rocks and brooded to themselves. And how after I learnt that one, tiny fact, the sweetness of seagulls cawing and waves crashing evaporated with the sea spray into thi

I wish I could be cruel enough to be kind. I could snap the twig of her neck and she could finally go. But I can't so I watch her belly disappear, her hope vanish and her body stiffen. Mom says she will go in sleep, but I know she has had to wait far too long for it to be fair. She has fought, and I wish I could award her the prize of food. But she won't accept. Winter wanted to take her from us, but we intervened with nature and now get not only torture to her, but to us as punishment. I am sorry, little chick that you will never learn to fly. Never have a family, and will never be onto solid food. She is older than the three chicks