A child's pattern
By oneofakind
A little girl on her bed. Pulling the pillow over her head, so hard to make the sound go away, to make the pain go away. the little girl's eyes so red, she has no tears left to cry. She closes her eyes so tight, and dreams of another life. The little girl lays there wondering, why daddy is so mean and angry when he drinks. The door slams, while mommy hides and cries. The little girl knows daddy is gone, well at least for a few hours. Written October 3rd, 2001 © on Oct 03 2001 06:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A little girl on her bed...."