See the child, dirty and tired,
With tears washing away the stains,
Making tracks down her angelic face.
Look closely at her body, bruised
With vicious cuts all over,
And know what it is that makes
Those silent tears fall down.
Gently they come, belying that
Which caused them, that brutal attack
That shattered her innocent mind.
At her feet her mother lies
Bloodied and torn, unrecognisable
To all but her child...
And know this, blood means nothing
For it was the father who made
Them this way, through anger
And a blind, drunken rage.
Author notes
Option 4
... took the word innocence - and broke it.
not certain if this is suitable, but it is about the lose of innocence.
A contest entry
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700 points, ended March 23, 2007, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Honorable mention
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Comments
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Very touching, although not quite what I was looking for. But it's beautiful, tender yet brutally realistic. Liked this one a lot! Thanks for entering!
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This is incredible. It's gut wrenching in its expression. Your words are so strong, bringing a
powerful message. Thank you for your entry in my contest.
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