don't make a sound.
you don't want them to know your in here. she mumbled to herself as she sat in the dark deep corner of her closet rocking back and forth
back and forth...
i saw her
her hair in her face with tears traveling down her red cheeks and trembling body.
she doesn't want them to hurt her.
she wants to be alone
she wants to leave
and be free
so she lets her mind wander...
and all of a sudden
as i closed and reopened my eyes
we are no longer in a dark closet
but under a sturdy oak
swinging back and forth on a wooden swing
the breeze from her legs cutting the air drying the tears from her face
the sky is cloudy and water sprinkles
but sadly it does not last as the rain starts pouring
and her heart starts pounding
faster and harder
as the rain drops make contact on the ground
she clasps her hands over her ears.
as i start to hear violent insults and threats screech through thin walls and underneath cracks in the door
it must sound like thunder to her as her hands muffle the harsh sounds
the thunder starts to slowly disappear as do the insults and threats
everything seems to be clearing up
and the wind slowly whispers gently
that she wont get hurt if she steps out from under the oak tree
she wants to believe
but having been struck by lightning before doesn't allow her to.
so she stays where she knows she is safe.
a last drum of thunder roars and vanishes as does the gentle whispers
she again is uncontrollable
she knows she cant stay under the tree forever
but for now she waits
swinging back and forth until the sun comes back out.