she's hurt and confused, constantly putting up with the abuse.
in her eyes, he's the beast with no heart... she's the food.
tried to share the news with people, but she keeps freezing up.
lips sealed and mind cuffed, but forever the thought of his touch...
just crawls on her skin; over and over again like a horror flick.
him forcefully kissing her lips, and working his way to the hips.
she just wants to forget about it, but it all replays in her mind.
such a feeling inside you can't define, unless you walk the line.
late nights tossing and turning, she barely sleeps a night away.
but it won't be long until her prey comes in, so she just prays...
maybe he won't this time, but that's asking a lot- isn't it?
that's when the door cracks open again, and he slithers in...
another night with no sleep, another touch by the beast.
"why are you in here next to me?", he just softly rubs her cheek.
then he leaves the room when he's done, her stomach hurts.
in the bed aching- crying in her pillow and whispering words.
she can taste her tears on the fabric- salty and so sweet.
the words repeating, "God, why does this have to be me?"
this little girl is seven years old, HAD a 'heart made of gold.'
SHE was my sister, the beast was my dad who turned it cold.
this is a 'short story' based on what my sister went through as a kid.
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