Little Girl

Little girl where'd you go?

Where are you hiding?

Where's your mother little girl?

Why are you out here all alone?

Foggy thick gray wet air covers a dimly lit street

No light escaping any of the slate shaded windows

It is only the buzzing street lamps that light the asphalt through the fog.

She reaches out her tiny hand until her fingertips fade into the thick fog surrounding her, a shiver goes across her goosebumped skin.

She exhales quickly into the cold early winter air with a quick turn of her head.

This is where she should have stopped and returned to her mother.

Her mother who would soon find her body mangled in a cold frost kissed ditch.

Arms twisted behind her small body.

Golden sun kissed curls smashed into the dirt and painted rust.

Once sharp blue eyes fixated on the stars above her.

Sickly ash skin in place of pink porcelain.

Mouth left ajar from the last scream before the final blow to her scalp.