Stored away.
Forgotten.
Memories times a million.
A little girl-
curled hair,
yellow dress with white tights.
She wanders upstairs.
There's not a single doubt in her mind.
The door creaks open,
she peaks her little head inside.
Dust on the floor,
like a blanket of thick snow.
She steps inside,
careful of where she walks.
Her head turns left and right,
her fingers brush over objects.
She's not exactly sure what she's looking for.
Nothing's catching her eye.
A doll sits in the far corner,
it resembles the girl.
Curious,
the girl strides over.
She gently pushes a curl out of the dolls face,
brushes her fingers over its cheeks.
With one hand,
she picks the doll up,
looking it in the eye.
The girl suddenly drops the doll,
as she hears the door opening.
Her older brother raises his eyebrows at her,
beckons her to come to him.
He says her name.
Once.
Twice.
Lenore.
Lenore come here.
She hated her name.
She wanted to give the doll a name she would like.
Slowly,
and gently,
Lenore picked the doll up again,
and headed toward her brother.
They went down stairs together,
not hearing the laughter from the attic.
The doll smirked in the girls arm,
but neither sibling noticed.
The Attic.
Shadow dwelling demons,
and dust covered memories.
Stored away.
Forgotten.
The doll lingers up there now,
in its chair,
with the face of a new.
Lenore never came back.
Why?
Only the doll knew.
