By: Tia M.
Raw sore spots and skin where they burnt her
A churning torrent within where they hurt her
Glaring eyes that you'll never see light in
Fists clenched tight to keep all their fight in
Matted hair with knots that were wrought
When snarling tears were forward brought
Spine whose posture used to be upright
Frowning where a smile used to be so tight
Only things I can say to her are lost in her fright
I watch her fly like a hare in a frenzied dog-fight
Bit down as if Diablo himself set his whip alight
Watched her laying bricks and throwing chains
Watched her painful memories resurface again
You'd wonder why she's gone so sour
She's been struck by devilish, wicked powers
Consumed by the ticking of the clock and its hours
Tearing apart the fields of flowers
I watched a person I'd die for die
And wished I'd die too—
So she wouldn't lonely lie