It's Free to Enter Hell

She is quiet. Like a mouse. Quiet and small so she can stay hidden when he comes.
The scary man.
The one who turns big, strong mamma into a rag doll.
Small and quiet.
Until that night.
The night she wasn't small, or quiet, or hidden.
The night mamma wasn't big or strong or silent.
The night she had to grow up very quickly.

NB: Photography by Artem Mizyuk