The Beast Poem by Kim Schilling

Floating safely above
One sees what is forgotten
Dirty claws ripping savagely
Innocent flesh torn

Inside little ones scream
Pain they have felt before
Wide-eyed they stare
Frightened of what is to come

The beast’s breath decayed and hot
His movements rough and callous
Like a ragdoll lying motionless
Her blood the only sign of life

Humiliating words impale her soul
Wishing death quickly upon herself
Knowing she is shattered and impure
The beast finishes with a snarl

Mirrors reflect innocence lost
A shell of a body filled with lost souls
Not knowing where to turn
Curled into a fetal position, rocking steadily


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