Shivering she sits painfully
in the corner,
hoping it's not time yet.
the room, her prison
the haven of broken dreams
and painful scars.
rocking herself back and forth
she hears the creak,
'he's coming', she thinks
and wishes for the nth time
that she were dead.
he drags her by the hair
painfully slamming into her
breathless.
she crumbles down
tearlessly
paying for something,
she doesn't deserve