The dark cold night
Whispers as a cruel man
Crawls into her
How scared she is
As her value is taken
By a selfish, old rag.
Her cries, her screams,
Her tears drizzle down her slim, bony, face
Like cold water running drown a stream
Just after swift, but heavy rainfall.
He softly places his cold, wrinkled hands
Onto her tender moist, chocolate skin,
He had once again–
And betrayal to her parents.
He lights the candle
In her dark and lonely hut
To feel her warmth,
The precious value his wife cannot give him.
At the sharp pain she feels,
As he throws her onto the wall.
Ripping open her temples,
Pouring the blood down the side
Of her left cheek.
The joy she once had, now taken away from her
A bronze coin he tossed at her shivering feet
As a caged mouth longs to speak.