Child Abuse

Cold were his hands

Hands that hit me.

I lay still, motion-less.

Lest he hurt again

Devil, I saw, felt.

Angst, I felt within.

Begin, when did it?

Unending, it seemed now!

Scamper away, he said.

Everyday, once he finished!

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Speaking Out - An acrostic

She looked at me
Perhaps to say something.
Eyes, hope within them?
Aspirations aplenty, lay crushed
Killed, dead, lost, shattered.
I wonder and shudder,
Now what to do?
Give her some space
Or return her faith?
Under the covers, hide?
Take the leap, instead!

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