Huddled up in the corner,
a little girl.
Blood running down her cheek,
mixed with her tears.
Her whole body shaking.
The coldness of her fear,
growing stronger and stronger.
With every bang at the door,
every shreak of that voice.
Fear if her pain growing stronger and stronger.
Growing stronger and stronger with every hit to her face.
Fear of tasteing her own blood.
Fear of no one loving her.
She curls back in the corner,
dark and cold.
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