run, little girl
run fast and furious and
let the hard stones of the road
cleanse your feet.
if only they could do the same for your mind;
strip away the layers of flesh and
burn away the sight of his face
twisted and bitter....
get out he said and you went,
and now you're running blindly
in truth for the tears blur in
crystalline shards
inside of you, struggling even now,
sapping your strength
is his child.
as it eats you inside, that last sight of him--
it eats your soul.