Little stars glitter in the distance,
and a miniscule smile appears on my dirty face.
Yellow teeth grin back at swollen eyes,
yet hungry hands plead out in hope.
This little body screams in anguish,
as the heart beats on strongly with desire.
Breathing becomes harsh on fragile passion -
skin has tares from long beatings,
blood seeps slowly without reason -
a demon holds me in their grip.
I turn to stand my ground
what I see frightens me,
there I am,
pulling myself back towards my dark abyss.
Bronze trophy winner
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