Of A gIrL

The sheets are stained.
The pillow case strayed.
Of a girl who died with blood.

The rooms hold a memory.
The walls keep a secret.
Of a girl who was murdered.

The door mutes the screams.
The handle does not turn.
So the girl cannot escape.

The room was her fathers,
the sheets her mothers.
The door was steel,
and the handle was locked.