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Little Girl
A little girl and a dog with a bone,
A mossy rock their fanciful throne.
They forged a palace beneath the trees
Rulers of the forest since the age of three.
Childhood memories tainted with rape,
Nowhere to hide, there's no escape.
The little girl is now fifteen,
Walking the earth like she lives in a dream.
But the dream's a nightmare and there's nowhere to hide,
A glistening blade the little girl spies.
A living hell her arms betray,
It's time for the girl to run away.
Tears start rolling, fists are clenched
She reaches down and slits her wrists.
Pain washed away in bloody tides,
Her loyal dog still by her side.
The forest echoes with secrets said
the little girl is finally dead.
