No one’s here

I’m all smiles and happy outside

But inside I’ve died

Yet I have no fear

Alone and scared

No one’s here

So damn scared

No one’s here

So I am fine

Alone and dead

My parents are fast asleep

I rise upon my feet

walk towards the bedroom door

under the dimming light

a plump young woman fading nightgown

hair down

arms like sausages

lips parted

breathing

What happened to her daughter?

She could have been prettier,

smarter, happier, taller, kinder.

Somewhat like herself, but

better, anything at all but this.

What would she do with her daughter?

She wanted things to end quite quickly,

Five dozen shouting.

All mouths open vocalizing hatred for hate –

some to be cool, others to get it out –

shouting loud,

looking left and right for the movement.

Where’s it going?

Never looking from where it came;