The Window

Sunlight reaches crookedly,
Into the empty window seat
Flecking the dust covered panes
Through which she used to peep
She would sit here often,
That little girl with the curly hair...
There was something unsettling about her eyes
A disturbing, almost brutal silence..
She would wait.

The sound of gravel,
The click of the door
Come here baby , daddy's home
Her lips tightened and she tried to say
Mommy .. I .. daddy
No, No
She could not speak
Daddy was not always like this
She would tell her self
Maybe the old daddy would come back
Maybe...

Ah princess I love you the most.. he would whisper
More than I love mommy
Let me kiss you like a movie star
Just let daddy love you
He would hurt her, but she couldnt cry
Again and again and again
She would close her eyes..
Wrapped in that unsettling calm
That brutal silence..

Time went by
One season fusing into the next
She would still sit there sometimes
Till the neon lights framed her face
One day she broke her stupor
Her pale face naked with emotion..
She whispered fiercely ...
No more, no more.. She muttered
I will have no more daddy

The next day the face was gone
The morning did not miss her
That little girl with the curly hair...
And no one noticed,
as a hand reached out
and closed the window forever....