The Girl

The Girl

A little girl curled in the corner watching the shawdows creeping....
Listening for the sounds to come.

Her bright blue eyes shut tight,
sweat curls the hair that lines her doll like face.

Creaks and moans answer her sorrow as tears flood her eyes.....
Coldness slithers slowly into her skin.

Shivering she holds her legs to her chest,
Her tiny teeth clatter as she fight to be unheard.

There is no hiding from the pain.
Closing her eyes she prays for help.

Visions torment her mind,
there is no escape.

Cornered in misery,
she succumbs to the nights game.