
There she goes running in the pale moonlight
pupils wide the whites of her eyes gone red
skin and bones
she's barely eaten in three days she's chasing after white snowflakes trying to find an escape
away from what she knows because she's seen too much and she's oh so young
exposed to the violence of a broken home
Beaten bruised and barely breathing she still hasn't eaten she may not come to see the weekend
she's running low she needs a fix its getting late she needs it quick
she thinks about what got her here and if she should just disappear
she can go to sleep and never leave the sweet surrender of her dreams
About the Creator
Anonymous
Writing through the pain.




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