a little girl walks by, the big red umbrella hanging from her side
she watches the sun set, trying to create a malicious lie
how will she explain the rip in her fancy skirt, or the fact that her knees are stained with dirt?
where will she find the makeup to hide, the ugly mark he gave her when she cried?
isn't it lucky that she didn't die?
her yellow rubber boots are stained with her blood, the blisters are popping so quickly inside
wincing as she waddles over to the side, she touches her leg, wiping the semen left behind
she falls on her knees, staring at the ground wishing that she listened to her mamma who always said 'be home by 5'
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Submission Name: Alive.
