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She is I . . .
She lays there with child
eyes filled with fear.
Glass shattered on the carpet floor
while she shivers in tears;
Pounding and cracking -
her heart smashed to pieces;
a punch from father dear.
Screams echo like a dream,
cries and begging seem to be the only
thing she lives to hear. Her quivering eyes beam
with hatred as he stumbles toward her slowly,
grabbing mamma's shirt by the seam
and ripping it. There are colored bruises
from the top to the tip of her feet.
A beer can at her face as he runs off into the
streets. Wails from her mouth rack their way
through her teeth. Questions start to fill her small
mind.
Why?
But there is no time to ask why
since numbness encircles her body and whisks her away.
Feelings are dead and just unanswered questions
go 'round in her head.
And now it's time for bed.
She closes her burning eyes
to only know she can tell herself lies
to only know that for now,
it's good-bye.
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