Thump.

The stair creaks above her, hailing dust upon the tiny child.

Thump.

Legs buckled, coupled with shaking arms, her dark eyes wide and wild.

Thump.

Closer yet the heavy-walker comes, glass adorns his eyes.

Thump.

Alcohol dancing on his tongue, away away the little girl shies.

Thump.

Here and now the man arrives, delivering then her loss of sight.

Thump.

A woman bolts upright, reliving her life through cold sweats on dark nights.