And she runs into her room
slamming the door.
Her eyes welled up with tears
as she rocks
back and forth
rubbing her eyes
as she sits on her knees.
She does not understand
and thinks there is no use
no way to live on...
For who one earth
would actually want a girl
a used up girl
such a dirty dirty girl
a girl who's been raped.
She stumbles to her feet
running, running down the
hall
to her dad's room.
Tippy toe on the bookshelf,
but the box is empty.
No bullets around
and she cries.
She gasps with a face full
of hope
as she walks down the stairs
No one's around
until saturday morning
when mom finds her dead.