Little lost girl sits alone and says nothing. Doesn't fight back to the raging dinosaur that roars and shouts and hurts with words like the razor that cuts her skin.
Stomps and smashes and everything is broken, her fragile heart shattered and her weak body shaking as sobs tear from her chest the way pain was hurled from his.
He leaves and she stays quiet, nothing can be heard but the whimper-cries of a little girls hurt. Of a lost child’s loneliness.
His words float around the room until she is sucking them in with her shuddered breaths and they stay inside her lungs until they are pushing out and moving everywhere. Pumping through her veins as the truth that hurts runs through them.
Tortured mind starts to believe frequent words that are always said. Always stabbing.
Fat. Ugly. Weirdo. Freak. Fat. Fat. Fat.
Liquid love seeps from her eyes and dampens the cotton beneath her face, where she rests upon her pillow. And her body curls up tight and hides away its shame from the rest of the world.
Fat. Fat. Fat.
And they stab and prick and slice just as deep as the lines that scatter her broken body.
To match her crack-break heart.
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