
Violet shades of violence
shadow eyes of lost innocence
A blossoming flower plucked
by vile visions of others
And cherub lips
can no longer laugh with
childish joy
Pursed in pain
that never should touch
upon tender years
An angel broken,
left to languish
in a world of hurtful fears
And as I look at her
with heavy heart
I cry silent tears

























child abuse, the thing that ruins my dreams at night with the memories. a pain felt write that captures my heart. love you auntie




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