Life goes on

They say

She lies in bed

Dreaming all day

Playing with her

Golden hair

Completely unaware

Of the watcher.

Night time beckons

A window cracks open

A girl lies asleep

And then –

In a matter of seconds

The watcher takes her

Golden hair

And wraps it around her throat

Pulls tight, skin blue

Stands back, adjusts his coat

Looks at what he’s done

Leaves through the window

Enters through the door

Climbs the stairs, into her room

Finds her on the floor

Calls the police, sobbing great

Tears of genuine grief

A father’s loss, young girl

Stolen away

Daddy leads the mourners

As they pray.


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