controlled
wounded
blind to it all
the pitiful look in her empty eyes
showing no signs of the person she was
his words fall from her mouth
his bruises color her skin
a hollow shell of a woman remains
the truth has been twisted
no longer existing at all
his defense her dying words
but my eyes are dry
because this woman died a long time ago
and took a piece of me with her
the piece that needed
a hollow shell of a child remained
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