The lock on the door clicks
She stares at her shoes
Her sick stomach full of ick
She stops to think of thoughts so blue

His booming voice cold
Like trickling pools of ice
He tells her she's to old
And that tonight she will get no rice

Her stomach twists with hunger
She can’t stop staring at his hand
He stops and can wait no longer
His hand fall across her face with a hard smack and …..

She falls like a twig
Broken on the ground
He rips her skull pulling her hair like a wig.