She was six years old
when she began too conceive tribulation
though previous nightmare\'s join her quietly
in the attic where she sit\'s immersed in thought
as she\'s matured through fear.
Smashed mirror fragments on the floor
allowed her reflection, her once emerald eyes are
no more, alas black and blue
tears wash away blood stained on her face.
A painful revival of memories play out in
the child\'s mind, hardened
spiteful bindings confine not only her being
but both hands
acting out on rare nights to execute
her existence.