Heart races in her chest
as roughly calloused hands
caress innocent thighs
inside
she cries
and she cries
and she cries
praying her tightly squeezed legs
and intensely shallow breathing
will make him
just this once
turn away
...again...
prayers remain unanswered
eyes tightly shut
racing for a place of solace
searching...
...searching...
searching...
and she finds
the smell of hot cocoa
the blinding white
of sunshine reflecting off white ice
wind in her face
as she races 'round and 'round
the ice rink
try as she might
she can't stay there
the blinding lights dim
the comfort of the scent
and warmth of the hot cocoa
fades further and further away
instead...
she is greeted by the invading scent
of old cologne
and the bottom of a whiskey bottle
with no fight left
she lays
numb to the world
that surrounds her
numb to the forceful thrusting
between her thighs
numb to the sloppy wet kisses
forced upon her lips
numb to the possibility
of the nightly terror never ending
confusion and disgust
greet anger and frustration
as tears refusing to fall
night after night
grown man's calloused hands
caress innocent thighs
and inside she cries
...she cries...
...and she cries...
only on the inside
tears won't fall
tears can't fall
because
she's all cried out
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