| | | | | | | QUINA L. FELDSTEIN
IN THE CORNER
In the corner, huddled
Every nerve shivering
Blind mind befuddled
Her tiny chin quivering
Listening to his angry storm
Feeling the tremble in her father’s stride
Her shriveled body now a separate form
Looking in from the outside
Screaming as the knob turns
His eyes burn through hers
Bliss momentarily adjourns
Her Barbie pink world blurs
A constant ring of anger flares
Through her pulsing ears
Deaf to her last prayers
Blind to her last tears
Gasping for one more breath
As her left side goes numb
Praying for a painless death
What hero has he become?
Her mother’s eyes so innocent
Why is she angry too?
She is so translucent
Her hated mother can die too
Little rag girl thrown across the room
Crashing into the cold wood floor
Landing in her own tomb
Dumb girl should’ve done her chore
Look what you have done
A forever lasting chain of hate
That can never be undone
A false love the family will create
Smile now little girl
The episode has ended
Daddy bought you a new pearl
Because the bruise was unintended.
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