The Moya View

Open the Door


I am scared, mommy

like I was in the summer storm

many months ago.

I tremble in my feet and hands

as I was in the deep puddle,

eyes open, screaming, shaking, mommy,

dark words want to come off my tongue.

Mommy, I am shaking as I come

down the stairs, light as a ghost.

Make me some milk, mommy

milk, if you see me there.





One response to “Open the Door”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    Very good. My only thought is only leave in the last “mommy”.

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