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Six

shh.. don't make a sound
he'll hear you.
Try not to breath so loud.

We clinged to each other,
for life was in the balance of it all.
6 hours we hid.
6 hours we watched from the sidelines.
6 was how old i was when life stood still.

Every thud,
and extract of holy breath,
was a sign of his his iron fist hitting my little sister,
only a year and a half.

my mother who tried,
now layed lifeless.
My sister so young and innocent,
left with frozen tears clinging to her teddy bear.
me looking at my moms drunken groom,
as i awaited my fate witch he would choose.

That crooked smile.
Those killer hands.
The cross that ironically hung from his neck, as if that made him any more of a man,

He still looked at me.
6 minutes gone by.
I waited.
I questioned why?

Yet no pain could come to his satisfaction, and i refused to cry.

Thats when he left.
my punishment?
I think you can guess.

My sister innocent.
My mother who tried.
And i was sentenced to stay alive live a loveless, hopeless life.

I was 6 when life stood still.

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