The Fear
The Fear
There is a fear inside her
of being ripped by some demon.
In the darkness, even the movement of the wind
Makes her heart skip a beat.
She holds herself
As tight as she can
Protecting herself from the deepest scars.
Her eyes observe the slightest of disturbance.
Blood gushing through her veins
Her lips moved in inaudible prayers
Just one wish- to get back home
Spotless, safe and pure!