Little bruises freckle her body
Blood snakes out of her nose
She'sleft ina heap on the kitchen floor
Scratches cover her arms
Red lines wrap around her neck
This war has left her a wreck
Stomach hurts
Knees too weak
She stands and stumbles to her room
Wishing and praying to be dead soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem