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Aug 2014
As she sits and awaits her faith,
She knows she's the bait.

Screaming and shouting, she tries not to breathe at all.

She tiptoes out to the hall. The creak of the floor sends him up the wall.

He lashes out. Aggressively throwing his body weight at her.

But she feels weightless, she's gone to a different place.

She thinks of the earlier stages when they were at younger ages. Before she felt like she was trapped in small cages.  

She thinks of the times when he was no crime and always had a beautiful smile.

But she knows it's too late...

Her times up.

She quietly whimpers as she drops to the floor and whispers, "you'll do this no more".
Kelly O'Toole
Written by
Kelly O'Toole  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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