Chantaal Doucet

Glittery glue

Glittery glue Curled in fetal position with an old blanket, only, 8 years old she is intoxicated with fear, the smell of whisky lingers in the autumn air. Lights dancing upon the roof of a moving car… here we, no I go again… chiming of coins, she closes her eyes… listening to the rain as the palpitating thuds, match the heavy heartbeat pounding inside of her… please let my tears hide in the rain, please wash away this pain…