She thought rain
She whispered to herself for days
As her door locked
Steel plated to keep her in
Lights out to break her sanity
Thunderclouds rolling in
Her foster father knew she was terrified
Yet that sadistic ******* only thought
Of how tight his daughter's ****** would be
If he locked her up and kept her to himself
Foster mom would enjoy watching
Sometimes even record the exploits
Her husband took in those uncharted land
She cried crimson tears
As they laughed at her agony
So she curled up and planned it out
Her Escape
It was simple
When they came to take her once more
She kick him in the *****
Her in the throat
And take a knife from the kitchen
Come back upstairs where they laid in agony
Plunge it deep into their chest
64 times
The amount of times that *******
Plunged himself into her
Storm clouds no longer rolling on the plains
But instead in her eyes as the hatred built
As the hunger for freedom burned
More than the fire her eyes felt
As they cried crimson tears
No longer of fear or pain
But this time
It was of joy and solitude
With them dead
No longer preying on her virginity
No longer stalking her dreams
Their dead and their chest
Are crying the same tears her eyes once cried