The wild dogs

Don’t bury your eyes in the sand. My hearts playing a sad song for my sole, it can’t let go of the bad things it’s all it’s ever known, ever had.
She still loves the water even though a young girl places her hand on a little girls head pushing her under. The noises the little girl hears from another room stabs at her spirit, holding her ears hoping it stops, painful tears fall like a stream, this has never left her, her sweet shine has forever gone, never to be seen again.
Numb, alone, angry as she grows, more things, worse things happen feeling and seeing things a young soul should never see. The blood, the violence never feeling happy or wanted.
Doesn’t sleep, days without food alone for weeks at a time in her flat, the man she has comes and throws a glass jar at the wall just missing her head, he fills her with poison and talks of death.
He tried to end both their lives, holding an axe in one hand starring at her as she is kept in a room, a murderous gleam in his eye, she knows the axe isn’t sharp, means more work for him.
He can’t seem to bring himself to do it. All that’s left of her now is an empty shell, a black hole, unsure and lost she still goes on alone, left looking as if wild dogs have ripped her apart, leaving her for dead……

The wild dogs

storm23

Joined August 2009

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