On Sparkly Eyeliner

[softlyfalling]

My first image was of a little girl playing dress up and marching around in the rain puddles in an act of childish defiance. (and I liked her) But, wow..she grew up fast and hard in the next few lines. Why do I still sense her, inside of the woman she shelters in? I think it may be the near tantrum proportions of the defiance, the unkempt anger and the need to justify herself with literary references. I still like her.