No one believed her.

Not even her mother.

She escaped. 

Far from the window lights and headlights. 

Where the moonlight lead to a path only she knew.

To a hideaway of rust and bald tires.

Fireflies dancing through shattered windows.

She laid her head against the door, trying to forget them all.

A howl in the distance that once made her jump, sounded no different than the TV now.

She popped them, one, two…five…thirteen.

The empty bottle resting on the floorboard.

They would believe her now.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. jdewdropsofink says:

    Such melancholy captured. So sad.

  2. Very well-written, Savannah. Intriguing.

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