Maria Cristina Azcona
Family Abuse - Poem by Maria Cristina Azcona
Beauty in moonlight.
Beauty in monster´s sight.
Satan and the angel, face to face.
(Fire, desire, fire, desire) .
Truly ice, in the eyes.
Forced, chilled, frozen care for the child.
Wild, mild, cruel sweetness in the glance.
Candy, toys are dancing with the demon.
Clumsy toy grows on cloudy days.
Clumsiness is growing
through an evil dance
(glance, dance, glance)
Nobody is receiving messages today
baby is being abused,
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