She remembers hiding in the closet
Afraid to come out for her punishment
Of nothing, really, to be punished for –
Curious, playful, childlike with open eyes
Rather than the closed ones you tried with all your might
To force on her.
And now you come at her again
In the guise of another
In this Sunday of waiting until Monday
When she must face her punishment
For simply trying her best and somehow
Not compensating for your lack.
Please don’t hurt this little girl