Tick Tock
Tick tock goes the clock
Above the bedroom door
Alone you sit
Afraid to admit
What you know is about to come
Aunt Daphne calls
You wait for the dark to engulf you
But it never does
Aunt Daphne calls again
Louder this time
You know if you don't move soon she will be livid
Still, you can't get your limbs to move
You're frozen in time
In place
Aunt Daphne is yelling now
Your eyes go wide as the door opens faster than a rocket
The wicked smile that appears will haunt you for days on end
"Don't be afraid, Little one.|
Like fear could stop it
Like anything could stop it
Your mother, just as bad as your aunt
Whispering "I'm so sorry, baby."
Like her words speak louder than her actions
When they leave you do not cry
You do not speak, nor breathe
For fear that they'll come back
Tick tock goes the clock
Above the broken girl
Hidden and afraid
Played and made
Forgotten from the world
Camp Potter, Day 2, Arts and Crafts; Tick tock, Sorry, hidden, don't be afraid