Spirit Speaks

Islowly open the door and push the kitchen chairs away to crawl out into thelight. The tiny clean kitchen is broken and ransacked. Everything is in chaos.My eyes strain to see what has happened. My feet are cold on the gold shagcarpet. The living room is dark except for the light filtering through thedrapes. I wander around the room, lost and alone. I find my mommy naked on thefloor. I approach he...