Two little girls at play cheerfully.
Daddy's sleeping.
Mama's humming in the kitchen.
All is bright. All is well.
One crimson kool-aid stain.
But barbies blanket will fix it.
It's a mess.
Mama's yelling.
All is noise and confusion.
Four hands clash in the air like angry vipers.
Like two great titans, they collide.
There's no time.
But a war zone is no place for Barbie .
Two little girls huddle closely under a bed.
Heads shielded beneath each other's arms.
Tables have fallen.
Plates are shattered.
All is chaos. All is broken.
And then there's that deafening silence .
Red, white,and blue lights scream their justice over bright yellow walls.
The sirens wail like vultures at a ****.
Two little eyes peek--
To reveal the most vivid image fifteen seconds can carve.
One little girl clings on to her father's leg.
Screaming. Kicking. Crying.
" please don't take my daddy away."
All is bright. None is seen.
I was 8 years old. This was the start of a long and rocky childhood. This memory still haunts me in broad daylight . And I hope to one day bury it the same way it buried my childhood away.
