Pulled so hard, like hair stuck in the door.

Ribs are being squeezed by wicked finger tips.

Finger tips with dull nails, and the light is gone.

The Mistress is always floating, waving, shouting.

She asks, “Why did you leave?” She waves excuses.

She knows why, but The Mistress is never wrong.

The Mistress has thrown the animal in the crib.