The Girl With No Sweetflakes

The girl with
no Sweetflakes for breakfast
cut up her pillow
with tiger sharp eyeballs.
When she aimed at her mother
her mother was smart
and left in a hurry.
The girl with no Sweetflakes for breakfast
made raisin-wrinkles on her nose
as she screwed up her face
so tight that someday it might
have had to be ironed
except that she never ate again ~
since there were no Sweetflakes,
and soon she dried up
into a soft little mound
of dust and the wind came
and blew her away on little
pillowcase ribbons and fluff.

~by Shirley Twofeathers