It was just a little trip.
Just a vacation,
to a place nobody really wants to go.
The kind of place nobody considers,
never in the brochure,
the kind of place where the sun silently slips away,
and the rain won’t dare to visit.
Baby at the bottom of the stairs,
bathed in bruises,
with a monster staring from the top of the tower.
while watching the blue turn to purple,
how many times she can weave a web about tripping down the stairs,
before she gets caught in the lie.