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.