To say she was gone...
That didn't quite cover it.
She was vanished.
They searched for awhile, yet came up empty.
There were tears and pleas on national TV.
Of course, there were theories...
But she vanished. Missing without a trace.
And they would visit.
Vigils at her door now adorned with delphiniums.
Her violin by the mirror she watched as she practiced.
Her black-haired doll gathered dust as it lay on her bed. Alone. Waiting.
But the glove nailed outside the door? The one with stained, red fingers...
That was not something she would have worn.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.