No one noticed.
No one saw.
Perhaps they looked away,
For most cannot bear witness to the void
In which this child learned to endure.
She learned early how to walk
Out from the depths of hell —
The underworld of adult secrets,
Darkness, chains,
The captor of her voice, her innocence, her light —
And into the day-to-day life
That all others seemed to live.
Another world.
Another life.
As if unaware of what dwelled
Just up the hall…
Door to the right.
KyRa xxx