Good Girl

Usually a good girl

kept her mouth shut

head bent

eyes cast down

always ready to be blamed.

No one looked twice at her.

Submissive to the core.

Sold into slavery

sex trade

men

always

more and more men

telling her what to do

how to be

what role was expected from her.

Night after night

fear

pain

distress

hardening a child’s heart

until

rage

so long supressed

so long tamped down

began

to simmer

to boil

to rise.

No one foresaw

no one believed

the massive eruption

from a child so small.

With blade in hand

stealth

moving from room to room

each throat slit

a link

breaks the chain.

Finally

they were no more

she was free.

To become the monster they bred.

December 6/18

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