Rescue Me

He tugs my hair.
Twists my arm.
Bends my knees.
He drags me to the bathroom
Pushes my head down into the sink.
Scalding water burns my scalp.
He laughs. Not a peep I make.
He pulls me up by my wet hair.
I feel stands pop out of my scalp.
“You likey? Want another?
Into the toilet my head goes.
Laughter and flushing sound echo in my ears.
Suddenly the door opens.
My rescuer bursts in.
He gasps, tries to hide but it’s too late. . . he’s been caught.
Moooooom! Dayo is playing with my doll again!!!”