Curled in the corner she cries for comfort
It’s the only thing she can do
Or should she say that is the only thing that she can call her own
Tears
Beaten and raped, she had nothing left
Nothing but her soul
A soul shared for two
Pregnant
Drenched in her tears
She crawls into bed
Not wanting to be bothered much less fed
Lifeless
Nightmares wake her up
Sweating in her fears
She huddles in the corner
And creates more tears
Hurt
Why me O’ Lord