Red rusty tears trickle from her sobbing slits

Blurry eyes gaping into the darkness

crimson drying on her lashes

The smells of flesh festering breathe from her lips

Brittle fingers broken like a pile of matchsticks

broken by his sadistic kicks

Tucked inside a box

Sealed away from sunlight

The flower withered away and turned to rock

She wasted away




Unable to climb out from her prison

The smog of misery clouded her vision

Wasting away

her body formed like clay

in his hands of sin

She cried as he mocked her

that she would never win

Not until death came and took pity

Was the flower relinquished from the dark cellar