Little girl lost.
Hands all grabbing,
Taking more than ever was.
Bent, hiding.
Small fingers clasping.
Holding as an infant does.
Softly glowing, a light keeps waiting.
The passing wind of one last swipe.
A spark.
A flicker.
A flame ignites.
Fingers open to exploding light.
The burn cool to the touch,
Unknown unless held in the flame,
Warning those that would take.
Little girl lost never the same.