Sitting cross legged in her comfortable attire, she waits until nightfall.
Shattered glass and pounding footsteps.
My story begins.
They come upstairs looking in all places I may be hiding.
I know I should feel scared, threatened, helpless;
But the tears rolling down my cheeks are of relief.
Anything could be better than the way I feel, the life I'm living.
Not even an ounce of restraint as they lock me away.
A day, a week, a month, away from this hell I call home, my deepest desire fulfilled.
Not a drop of remorse as they skin my innocence away from my body,
Not a tear of sadness as the girl I once knew disappeared
No emotion at all, my body is gone in the wind with my soul and burdens
A clean slate, no scratches, nothing in existence
A blank mind,
A forbidden hope to be free, if only for a moments rest.
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