Peek a boo...

she spoke in broken words

smiled often, too often in fact.

she sailed through

the iron gates

with promise of laughter and fun.

tiny shoulders

lugging the pledge

of letter and spirit

that future held.

water bottle 

dangling from her neck

her barbie smiling 

in her embrace.

she ran, jumped, played

hide and seek-

tiny hands

clutching the rails

behind the shrub

peek a boo...

and she was found.

She speaks in broken words

cries often, too often in fact.

she had sailed through

the iron gates

to the dark, stuffy dungeon

tiny shoulders

sagging with the weight

of a monster atop-

insulated, cut off 

the friendly Mr. Maker

transformed

into scary Damyan 

water spilled

her barbie fell 

from her careful embrace

with a thud on 

the cold marble

she ran, jumped, tried

to hide

tiny hands

clenched in fists

howls of fury

and pain

ringing loud....

peek a boo

she was found

abandoned.