stench of fresh vomit and day old whiskey pressed hard against her face flesh smelling like rancid meat covered hers she pleading to whatever gods there may be for death
Perhaps the ultimate proof of powerlessness is when the victim pleads for her own death. If she could pray for his, there might still be hope… But of course, by the time she’s ‘old’! enough to be married her subservience has been well pounded into her.
God. what a horrible life these kids live. i have seen some movies and they truly froze my brain. as a woman i can feel their pain with all my being. its a curse.
Read Between the Minds 
Gruesome!Pathetic!
The ways of the world.
It must be horrifying! Death surely must be sweeter… š¦
Too sad to hit ‘like’.
What a powerful poem, such vivid imagery. The look of innocence on her face tears at my heart.
God, this is tragic!
Perhaps the ultimate proof of powerlessness is when the victim pleads for her own death. If she could pray for his, there might still be hope… But of course, by the time she’s ‘old’! enough to be married her subservience has been well pounded into her.
this is horrible and makes me vomit and scream and weep..all at the same time
Ditto what claudia said š¦
whoah…
man…
God. what a horrible life these kids live. i have seen some movies and they truly froze my brain. as a woman i can feel their pain with all my being. its a curse.
Horrid– legalized child abuse.
sad!
Soul wrenching.
We will see an end to this.
I cannot possibly believe otherwise, Charles. To think anything else is to prevent an end!