And here lies.
A little girl.
Who was afraid to speak.
The truth.
No one to talk to.
No where to hide.
No place to go.
Watching behind these.
Walls. Whose little clues.
You miss.
Each day.
Marks on her neck.
Marks on her arms.
Marks on her body.
Just ask her a question.
Try to get through to her.
Listen.
To her silence.
Not a word is spoken.
Not a tear is shed.
Not a true grin appears.
But what she hides is.
Different.
Something you don’t.
Know or want to.
Look beyond the mask.
Look beyond the eyes.
Look beyond the false pretense.
She goes to bed.
With her tear.
Stained cheeks.
Whimper at night.
Fight for night.
Fear the night.
She spaces out for reasons.
To think.
Of what to forget.
Forget all the pain.
Forget all the promises.
Forget all the memories.
And holds her tummy.
Tightly, forbidding.
Anyone to touch her.
Blocking the scars.
Blocking the bruises.
Blocking the cuts.
Closing her eyes.
To block the tears.
To erase and hear.
Listen to the surroundings.
Listen to the problems.
Listen to the silence.
They have to fight.
For her.
Who has the custody.
Welcome to court.
Welcome to home.
Welcome to hell.
They’ve won. For now.
But not.
For long.
Transfer your school.
Transfer your belongings.
Transfer your friends.
Don’t worry my dear.
Your safe.
For now.
Safe from police.
Safe from abuse.
Safe from her.
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