M O M M Y ! !

Lightning flashes, whitewashing
my room to pale. All is bleached
bone: the walls, the floor, the bed
- I am the only dark thing, hidden
behind the thundering of my heart.

Please: turn away. It would be
better if you were blind, so you
wouldn't have to see the coward
I've become, cringing under the
sheets. MOMMY!! Where are you?

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman.