The closet

I sat In the closet last night, I closed my eyes, and I started to drift. I went back to that other time and saw what I didn't want to. But the closet felt safe. It felt familiar, and It felt warm so I let the badness In. I can sit In there and remember the bad things and soak up my tears with the clothes. Maybe I did this when I was little. Yes I think I did. I see doors In front of my face, with light seeping In through the cracks. I hear movement on the other side, I see the way his dark shadow fell and covered the light. The closet door opened, I want to pretend for a moment that the little girl Is not me. She Is crying. Devil grabs her by her arm yanking hard for her to come out. He closes the door to the bedroom.

I can't say anymore

He's on top of her, grunting and pushing, trying to fit where he doesn't belong. He says she's a big girl now. She didn't want to be big, in fact she felt very small. She WAS small, tiny In comparison to him. Laying underneath him being crushed by his weight. She struggles to breath. Not being able to take complete breaths. This was made even worse when his hand was over her mouth. It was day time. She could see the trees outside the window. The blinds were opened and the sunlight poured into the room spreading It's rays over her face and across his back.

I can't say anymore

Where was everyone? It was day time. I was screaming wasn't I? Or was that all In my head? Was I mute then? Had I given up? Why was the house so quiet? Where was my sister? My brother? Where was my mother? Who left me alone with him? Who thought that was okay? Why didn't anyone save me?


I see more. He climbs off. Zips his pants, and walks away closing the door behind him. She lays there In the disgusting filth. Hurting, bleeding, and numb, watching the trees blow In the breeze outside the window.