Wednesday, 25 January 2012

A Harsh Step

Alone in the badly light room
Your small shivery little body
The worn away curtains
Your skinny dangly arms
The broken hanging door
Your young tender lips tremble
The stained carpet in the room
Your vulnerable shiny eyes
Your scummy paws
Under the duvet cover you hide
You are as sacred as a little mouse
He sends shivers down your spin
The pieces of smashed glass on the floor
Flashbacks of him kicking the door
The slightly dark patch on your face
The threats that he spins around
You do not dare part your lips
The moon shines brightly
Tomorrow is another day
Today even seems endless
The lock turns

By Elena Kokonova

Thank you for reading. Hopefully I didn't depress you too much. I really value your feedback. 

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