he tares her from the floor
drags her to that horrid bed
like too many times before
tosses her down
without a care
he enjoys the thud form the head bored
as her head smashes against it
clothing shredded
blood shed
skin bruised
that little girl used and abused
as time and time before
the stories of what went on in that bed best forever left unsaid
once the monster was finished
she was tossed to the floor
as so many nights before
only to return to the hallway
to sit in the corner shuddering in fear for the next monster to appear
this poem series is based on a true story
Scarlet .....
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hallway-of-hell-the-end/
