He Corrupted Her.

Curled up in a corner
Tears flooding her eyes
Body trembling in terror
Eyes shut tight
As she wished upon that midnight star.
She wished for freedom
She wished for love
Eyes open at the sound of pain
Eyes open as she watched
The anger within his eyes
The anger within his soul
Come bursting out with every blow
Torture torture beat and abuse
She watched her mother accept it all
In those moments of horror
She wished to run away
Far far away from the hell she'd always known
Only her body could not move
Her eyes could not close
Something within her forced her to watch
It forced her to see the evil within this world
At too young of an age
She was just a little girl
She was suppose to be so innocent and pure
But he corrupted her
This little girl
All she knew 
All she had ever seen 
Was the torture and evil of a corrupt man
He stole her childhood
Her childhood that was suppose to be so 
Happy and joyful
Filled with love and bedtime stories
But instead he turned her childhood into 
Neglect and images of torture
That would forever haunt her in her dreams.

-Krista McCuistion.

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