The toxic blood ran
Ran out of her
Like an animal
Running from a predator
She gasped for air
As she bled out
Weak and alone
She cried
She thought she was dead
Until
The bleeding stopped
The sun rose
And alas
A flower bloomed

Here is to the girls
Who tell their stories,
Not for the fame
But to help with the pain
Here, is to the girls.

Here is to the girls
Who are so weak
They fall to their knees
And pray, as they seek
For a way to find peace
With what happened
Here, is to the girls.

Here is to the girls
Who are scared
Of the future
Because of the past
Have no fear
The past doesn’t last
Here, is to the girls.

The pieces lay shattered
On the ground
Broken
He came along
And said
This is beautiful
Picked up each piece
Marveled at it
Kissed it
And put it with another
He looked
At what he fixed
And he said
You are beautiful
She replied
Thank you
For saving me

The girls say me too,
Like ****, what happened to you?
I struggle, i fight
But he uses all his might
Hopeless and weak,
I can’t even speak
Frozen in fear,
I shed a tear
Don’t. I say,
Please don’t touch me that way
Time stands still
As my brain begins to fill
With thoughts of better times
I tell my body that it’s fine
Even though each breath
Nearly feels, just like death
I open my eyes
And to my surprise
He’s getting off of me
Shoes on his feet
And out the door he goes
I take a moment to compose
Sigh. Another moment, and I cry
Sleep, relax and close my eyes
Another day, and the sun will rise