Little girl broken
Hidden from the world
Words of love unspoken
To the child in a fetal curl
Six agonizing years
Locked alone in the dark
Only sign of her dimming life
The faint spark of her tiny heart
No mother’s hand
To wipe away her tears
No father’s strength
To calm her childhood fears
Or tuck her into bed at night
Perversion was their sick delight
Delicate flower of female treasure
Ripped apart for deviant pleasure
She dare not cry whimper or complain
The sound of her voice
Would surely inflict more pain
Fecal matter and urine for her dinner
Wasting away to near thin air
Until she was found one fateful day
A neighbor was her saving grace
Older now beautiful and sweet
Holds no hate in her gentle being
Amazingly her spirit is free
Tables turned
Evil must pay
Life for demons in a cage
Animals in concrete walls
Lose the key and let them fall
© Leatherman 2012
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