Now she’s twenty
lights turned off as she lays her head to sleep,
memories flooding in like a dream;
she remembers everything.
she hears her screams and horror,
they were quiet and engulfed
in hallow void.
melancholy filled every square-
of her heart, as it was drowned in despair;
first she was eleven, crawling away from the light
running from the monsters,
and now she’s twenty, and stronger.
© Drunken2004