Him

He enters my room and the eyes on my dolls shut, stuffed animals bear witness with glazed eyes.
That can't shed tears.
With his every footstep I watch the footprint permantely imprinted in the tuffs of my carpet.
He stains it gray.
Somewhere in the background, I hear running water and wish it would wash over me,
Like thousands of hands calming me, streaming over me with my mother's angelic smile.
But instead of her laughing, joyous face, I can see only his leering grin towering over me,
Like trying to coax a fox into a trap.
But I have tricked him, my _______,
And I leave, dissipate into the air.
He finally leaves after eternity has ended but I remain paralyzed on the floor.
My stuffed animals' eyes are frozen open in shock....



-M