As the forest mantra was chanted
The wind blew off the capes to reveal
She was home
But home
A far cry of a fairytale
Wabbit from all the tortured nights.
She yearned for normalcy
But that wasn't to happen
As at the end of it all
Stolen was her pride.
Recollected at every dusk
Seeing the monster in her garden
Living the day on the same pulse
As demons remind her of the scars
Never good enough!
As the pain she had to embrace.
Uncomfortable in crowds
Seeking to find an out
to her grieving state
She was in no man’s land
No one to listen to the plight
that hammered her heart
As the night the monster pounced
its pleasure in her blood
was looped to her brain.
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