In an abandoned house,
a handmade doll 
sits atop a dusty shelf.
Memories of a girl
all grown up and no longer afraid
shes been gone for so long
but the images remain in her mind.
Playing quietly on the floor
listening for his boots
as he walks through the door
all hell broke loose every night
never a kind word was spoken
only vile insults 
and slaps across the face.
She weeps now
and wonders why,
why her tears had to sting her cheeks
and for what crime she did commit.
Her handmade doll holds all of her secrets.


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