Behind the mask
She’s lively
OUTGOING, UPBEATED, VIBRANT
Just that type you know
Put a smile on anyone’s face
Brighten up anyone’s day
She drained, its engulfed her, its become her
Steadfastly she is reminded of who she truly is
When she enters
The BLACKHOLE
She cringes at the thought
His voice echo’s throughout
The deep dark dreary hole
Sending spooky chills down her spine
Paralyzing her
Anger and rage run pulse straight through her veins
As if ivy had taken over her heart
Strangling her
She could hear the soft boom of his steel toed boots
And his yells become closer and closer
A warm, sting, she felt across her face
Blackness oozed from her soul
To weak to move
Shoved against the cold concrete wall
Kicked to the floor mucked with dirt
Thrusting himself on top of her
She could feel her insides become like putty
Stop she taciturnly yelled
With every punch kick and strike
She mustered up all the strength she had left
Opened her eye
To see her baby boy watching in delectation
Stop she taciturnly yelled
Tears streaming down his face
Lighting his fuel
In the midst of all the madness, barbarity
She found her solace
And let out her final
Breath
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