sweet girl

She, sweet and innocent, hides a secret.

Benevolent, yet filled with violence.

Blood on her hands, sorrow on her soul.

Trailing toe to toe, deeper in misery she goes.

Her smile, deceiving like the morning suns glow, feeling like the crisp cold air scrapping against the throat, she.

Is a bitter ending to a fairytale, no happy ending as she is one with the fire,

Rising with the flames and settling with the ashes.

She sparks danger.

A girl who, endured sleepless nights with shattered globes and no lights.

A never-ending fight with the step-dad, who two looked innocent from a sight.

Unseen in the dark, his groping hands, rough to the touch, sandpaper on smooth shoulders, she.

Had a knife, he had his life.