4Little Girl is alone again
Huddled in the shadows of
Black fairy tales and dripping stiletto heels
Knees scraped and fingers gripping
The edge of a misfitted childhood.
….
Hush Little Girl, don't make a sound
He might hear you breath
Choke down the whimper
Close your eyes and watch
The ballerina dance across you eyelids.
….
Little Girl wishes she had pixie dust
To sprinkle across Daddy's whiskey
So he'll stop screaming, screaming
SCREAMING
At her.
But his foot steps are drawing closer
And her heart is pounding against
It's cage in a rush to break away.
Her ears split as the closet door
Creaks open…
….
Little Girl, don't cry for your mother
She's lost in TV static and depression medication
.and. When was the last time
She unlocked the door for you?
His hands on her thigh makes
Her ribs cave into her chest
His fist pounding her jaw makes
Her numb. Dumb.
….
But Little Girl never makes a sound
Who would hear her anyways?