Balance the Scales

Fingers grip blanket tight

squeezing eyes shut.

Whispered prayer

never answered:

maybe tonight

the monsters won’t come

please keep me safe

someone.

Dead gaze

never a smile

how could no one notice

how could they not see

the wraith walking before them?

A child

bruised

skittish

afraid of all

falling between the cracks.

Too many fingers

too many hands

too many mouths

rape a child’s soul

battered

wanting to die

indomitable will

refusing to give up

refusing to allow suicide.

Growing

becoming a woman

tables turning

hunting those who hunted

child turned avenger

all will pay.

©Jan. 8/20

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