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tears fell onto the creased canvas of her daddy's face, she watched him break as her lips weaved a sinner's tragedy made of rotting flesh and bloodied souls, breaking her daddy even more with each quiet breath she took.
her golden-eyes fell down to her destructive hands, the ones that teared apart at her daddy's chest, puncturing the skins that held him, his pain in hues of scarlet poured out as he cried the first she ever say, her claws ruthlessly ripping out his already bent and tattered heart; with nothing but the vile words that fell from her honeyed tongue.
how does it feel? his hollow red eyes sobbed, her fingers wrapped around his frail heart unwillingly, her words falling mute to her ears while everyone else - including her daddy - heard the broken whispers of the girl whose daddy failed to protect from the heartless monsters who hid behind human skin.
how does it feel to have no one believe your truth? the flesh-skinned monster smiled from his throne, triumphed; the knife dug into her bare back twisted deeper with every life of his believed, carving a grotesque painting out of her ruby blood, the same color that taints her soul.
how could they not believe him? she screams in agony at the iron blade cutting away at her existence, delirious. her monster's eyes were brown, his wrinkled flesh light, a flavor so utterly worshipped by prejudice.
she catches the eyes of the souls who hold her fate - along with countless future little girls - in the palms of their hands and she sees doubt; pity.
their ears slammed shut, cursing the wicked broken girl of spreading her lies, ruining the innocent. he ruined me, why can't anyone see it? she screams, her throat raw and bloodied, her voice wasted; no one seemed to hear her cries.
then, with a bang that echoed the courtroom, justice has been declared and she holds her breath as she became:
