Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 17
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 17
A child buries a police officer in the sand
Then throws snakes and spiders across the room
While screaming, first horrified, then laughing at
The power he’s been given. When he spreads
Amalgamations of miniature toys over and under
And outside of the box the woman watches
And holds their meanings in order to reflect them back
At just the right angle- the angle that highlights
The child’s control and bounces healing light
Onto his wounds. This repetition, weekly,
Brings a gradual change to his face
And the volume of his voice. He is leaving his trauma
In the capable hands of the sand.
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