Stomachache

Earthquakes of mistakes leaving

Behind a child in rags, a doll

Gripping so tightly

Beaded eyes, glossed, awash in numb fear

Numbed in fear is a lot of numbing

To have fear as the default is a lot of running from the end that is no end

Pain, numbed, requires none

A doll

At the end of it all, there is nothing?

There must be

Something moves beneath the surface

A fish dances from a line