Inner Child Speaks

Shocking ... really shocking! That's my blood splatter on the floor! My vital-life-juice, spilling over my eyelid, clumping my long lashes tracing my sad cheek into the side crack of my lips prompting my tongue to stick out to investigate, tasting sweet zincky blood about to drip off my quivering chin. So unbelievable, in your hand, a shiny shard of glass ready to strike like a vicious viper again. Woman, why did you hurt me... split my skin open, gouge me with glass. Are you compos mentis? Clearly not! Just a spiteful, bitter evil woman ravaged with hate so blinded by the fact, I'm just an innocent kid.