Virtual Ink October//November 2013 | Page 40

Hola BY ADRIANNA MINK I wander through the darkness, Full of sorrow and dread. Behind me trails a muddy white dress. My old home lies ahead. Brown dead flowers in the windowsill, From the broken window comes a breeze. The cold gives me such a chill, If I stay out I may as well freeze. I go inside and walk on carpeted floor, Faded pictures and paintings on the wall. I push open a knobless door, In a rocking chair sits my doll. Her long hair curly and white, Her dress ripped and tattered. This is a horrible sight, Her face was cracked and now shattered. I walk by the once fixed now busted mirror, I stare at my sickened reflection. I look closer, I draw nearer, I used to have a lovely complexion. The doll in the chair was a picture of me. 40