Bright eyes beam contrast and speak in understated volumes to the unhearing adults, almost completely unnoticed
In this tattered, tacky, portrait scene, bright ribbons of burgundy vomit violently forward, surging in waves of false opulence into momentary limelight, only to become lost in a sea of fake cow ass and faux wood panelling
The child, the lucky owner of the unknowing eyes stands lost in a forest of adults, she looks upward at black suit leg tree trunks looking for her father. Time and time again she climbs into the limbs of another tree like character. Only to find that once again this vantage point offers nothing but a bird brain gone mad on the fermented nectar of berries
Darkness descends and the sounds of the day warp, bend and increase in volume, bird brains are replaced by mad apes and the simian society promotes its true ugly face, a tree falls directly in front of the scared child, the apes scream and clap with delight as a roast beef and berry nectar sap seeps from the felled giant
The child runs scared, deeper into the chattering weirdness, tears streaming from her eyes. Blinded by the overwhelming fear the only thing she reasons to do is run
Deeper and deeper she goes
Why did her father lead her into this place?
Why did he trick her with a trail of sweets that led her through the front door
Why did he drag her reluctantly down the windy hallway and into the deathly scary, lounge forest of strangers?
Why did he abandon her on the couch?
Her poor little mind has been pushed too far.
Her legs grow tired and heavy; they can take her no further
Exhausted the little angel falls where she stands and eases into a warm deep sleep, safe in her beautiful dream state
Immaculate and perfect she remains
Untouched
Unheard
Unseen
Unrecognised as the wonderfully sweet contrast to the ugly, adult, uncaring, piss-soaked adult situation
The pigs swill into the night
Oblivious
Such a shame, such is life
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