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!