They tore at that girl.
The quiet one
with a heart full of dreams
and a head
full of curls.
Until pieces of her broke apart
and crumbled to the floor.
Boastful in their cruelty
Too blind they were to see
The shadows dancing behind her
eyes
hungry for their screams
Her body began to tremble
and her vision became blurred.
there was nowhere for the wicked
to run because every bridge was burned.
Every broken bone became
a thing of make-believe
each and every stick and stone
bounced off like a tumbleweed.
Then a monster was unleashed
And when they came to attack again
the girl was now a beast.
They looked upon those hungry eyes
And those fools became a feast.
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