Wrote in Religion class.

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In the silence

Darkness breaks the air

Sudden brightness clouds the vision

Of that girl in the corner

Her bruises, her scars, her blood

Healed on impact at the light

Her tears melt away

But not for real

This is just what she sees in her dreams

In reality

Sitting, hidden

In the closet she awaits

Baited breath

He hears her. He finds her

He does not hit her to levae no mark

He does not hit her avoiding sound

A boot. A fist.

Collides with every inch of her

Blue bruises form upon the purple ones

Which stay unhealed over the brown ones

Which have tenderized her once clear skin

Such a sad story

But none too fake - completely real

Too weak to walk away.