Through the thin walls she hears the yelling.
Of her parents with their secrets that they are not telling.
Closing her eyes while putting her hands over her ears.
She once again feels the salt of her tears.
Her breathing slows.
She's walking through the lands of dreams.
Waking up she rubs her ears to get rid of the ring.
Cowering in her dark closet she knows things are happening,
thing that are bad.
Mothers made Dad mad, really mad.
She fells a tight grip on her arm.
As she's pulled her head hangs in shame.
Her mother's speaks in soft whisper.
But they are drowned out by her whimpers.
Smack! Everything goes black.
She and her mother finally have something in common.
The hate for one man.
But she knows things will get better.
At eighteen she gonna run not looking back, never.
In the mist of the night she prays.
For other to prey.
To be stronger.
To be a victim no longer.
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