Little Girl Lost

It is a hot sweltering night.
The little girl cannot sleep for excitement;
Its is Christmas eve.
She goes down to the kitchen to get a drink.
The clock shows it’s 3 o’clock,
The height of the nightly cockroach feast.
The little girl is scared.
(she doesn’t like creepy crawlies)
She leaves the kitchen light on
Scampers to the housegirl’s room.

“Bose! Bose! … Wake up!
Please come and help me get a drink”
Bose is covered in sweat beads
A thin wrapper her only cover.
She refuses to wake.
The little girl sits on the bed
She will wait 5 mins
(Enough time for the cockroaches to run away)

“CrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeKK”
The sound of the door opening.
The little girl looks up.

“Thwaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!”
The air whistles from the force of the slap.
Violence screeches in the air.

Blood seeps from the corner of her eye.
(His ring cut her face)
Her mouth is swelling from the punches to her jaw
Her knees hurt from the awkard position she landed
Her back is torn from the kicks aimed after she curled into a ball

The little girl is dragged by her hair.
The household is assembled in the living room.

“This girl is a witch!” he proclaims.
“I heard her get up at 3 am!!
The same time that man that lives behind us arrived home.
They planned it together!
I came down and caught her in Bose’s room.
Bose was lying there naked in the bed!!
They were conspiring against me!!!
What do you have to say for yourself?”
He kicks the little girl…
What???

Her body aches too much to move or think straight.
Spittle and blood dribble down her mouth as she gurgles sounds.
The tears stream down in a silent continuous flow.
“Take her upstairs. I’ll deal with her in the morning”.

As arms lift her tenderly,
Her head rolls to the side
She glances into the kitchen with her good eye …
All the cockroaches have disappeared.