Sexual Abuse

StoryBooks

By Gwendolyn

 As I grow older,
 my closet door
 still creaks,eerie
 especially, at night
 fingers twist 
 little girl curls tight
 'round radar ears
  hear footstep echoes on
  old wooden stairs
  dust bunny memories
  tucked into, 
  swept under
  the bed, 
  trouble recalling
    storybooks read....