Behind Clossed Doors

Can you see it, the little girl in her room sitting in her closet rocking, rocking back and forth in a cocoon. Can you see it, the baby doll in her arms dressed in ripped rages with its face smeared with dirt in alarm. Can you hear, the sweet words she sings “hush little baby don’t you cry” as she continuously wipes the dolls eyes they sting. Can you see her, as she’s in the corner huddled to the side too afraid of moving as she hugs her doll with eyes wet and wide. She can fill it, the coldness of the doll as she craves the warmth it wont give as she continues to cling to the doll. She can hear it, the screaming of her parents as glass shatters and falls to the floor her fear is paralyzing. She hears her name being called she jumps from the shock but she refuses to move its called again and then a knock. Can you see, the sun that shines through the shutters of the closed closet door a the light falls on her eyes they begin to flutter. Can you see it, a little girl, in her room, in the closet hugging her doll, hiding can you see it. No one sees it, no one hears it, but they gather, when the flashing lights speed down the street they stand watching, staring.