On that long day,

The sun refused to set.

Assualted in broad dayight

in plainsight like prey.

There was a child left alone-

not a care in the world.

There was a child unbothered

then devoured and left as bone.

On that long night,

in the cover of a mirthless black

Ten fingers and two hands

butchered a child’s innocent light.

It was a short car ride home.

She did not dare to speak

just look into a sky as black as coal

to find all the stars had died.