Shaking violently in the corner or her playroom.
Body tense as if strapped inside an asylum costume.
Hands hiding tear stained cheeks.
Afraid to see the eyes of the beast.
Anxiety riddled runt.
Trembling over spilled milk.
Watching Daddy grab his leather belt.
Afraid to even touch.
Clumsly fingers dropping to much.
Hiding behind hands.
No Daddy doesn't seem to understand
Forcing her to show shattered eyes.
All she does is start to cry.
Ice water pouring down into her suffocating chest.
Drowning on her fears manifests.