A Cage Wrought By Beasts

Sat, 05/10/2014 - 05:17 -- EAnders

Steamy hands on the window pane

She takes a breath and slips away

Pulled by hands of a sick step-father

Iron bars built all around her


She threw herself to the men she saw

Used and abused to feel something 

Other than the pain of the bruises left

By the creature within her mother's bed


Night after night she'd lie awake

And hope he'd stay far away

Dreams would come of suicide

But when she woke she would find


That a broken boy stumbled to the door

Scars of his own hidden deep below

She deserved abuse, or so she claimed

But to her surprise, he saw right away


One week later and the predator's gone

Locked in a cage with other sickened ones

Free at last she smiled and said

"I hope you find a hero, just like you've been"




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