I had this nightmare on Christmas
and I woke up shaking and sweating
I saw little 6 year-old me,
with her long brown pigtails and her big round eyes
all swollen and tearful
hugging her favorite book of old fairy tales.

I walked straight to her and held her in my arms
and she was crying and sobbing
and I asked her what was wrong.

She looked at me, afraid
and asked where her mommy and daddy were.
And I couldn't bring myself to tell her
how awful it had all gotten
and how lonely she'd get to feel.

It's past midnight
and the demons are here
to eat up the small pieces
of happiness I picked up today.
-L.

"I would 
not die 
for you."

—Six word love poem.

LorettaRm.