Her Skin Was Soft As Silk

All the little boys
danced around her like CPR.
She was their lifeline, their connection back out of this hole.
The sun screamed at them, around the contours of her face.
Her hair, a golden yellow. Her eyes, a whim of bright blue.
This was her time to shine.
"Take me by the hand," one little boy said, "I'll be your knight in shining armor, I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"OK," she replied, interlocking fingers with the nimble boy's had.
Her skin was soft as silk.