She holds her doll close.
"Mommy's here, it's okay," she says. Pat, pat.
But, they are all gone now.
And she is alone, in the house, with him.
Soon he will come.
Where to run?
Where to hide?
It's too late.
He is a giant.
He towers over her.
The assault begins.
Light -- breaks through the pain.
It lifts her above, and holds her.
For a moment, they play.
"Will the child be okay?"
It seems to take forever.
They share a thought.
"Poor kid, poor kid."
Now it's done...
Until, the next one.
"Can't I stay with you?"
"It is not yet time to."
To her body she returns.
It burns. It burns.
~Dee Try