Anonymous Story: Her Arms

Poem:
Just pick her up and hold her In both of your arms
Nobody holds her
Left with a stuffed bear in her arms
Bruises trace her pale skin and frail bones
The sun comes and it goes
Nobody holds her
A trail of blood runs between her thighs
Loud voices shatter window panes
A hell trapped behind a purple door
She cries, she cries, he is stronger
Nobody holds her
He’s in jail, she’s in a hospital bed,
her momma’s at home with another man
Sixteen years they hurt her and nobody held her

Author

WYR

WYR

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