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Blackened and bruised she sits in a corner cowering and fears for her life
her husband once again is on the rampage to beat up his wife
The children scared and crying sent to their room
scared and confused at their mother's impending doom
She hears his heavy breathing and fearing for her life
if only she had been smarter and never become his wife
she can hear her children's muffled cries wishing she could hold them
but if she makes one sound she knows that he will also hit them
She lies in bed
Too afraid to reach out
And touch the lamp
Too afraid to hope
She sinks into the darkness.
Fear can kill. For her it’s murder.
She closes her eyes and opens them quickly
Scared the night will take her
And she chants to herself
Her last rites
Eyes wide open
Endless thoughts, unspoken on her lips.
Nature upsets the night
And for her it’s a death rattle.
She pretends not to listen,
Yet feels it seep beneath the window
Poisoning her mind.
Her eyes are closed
Longer than they are open
She can smell the earth now
Her coffin collapsing
She wants to scream she’s still awake.
But the night has taken her
Silenced her screams
Buried her…
She breathes deep
Her last breaths
Before she sleeps.
Little Fanny McFluff was of eight years and so very bright
She’d take a book and flashlight and read through the night
She would awaken when the sun kissed her high on the brow
And smile for her mother when told to milk the cow
Her chores were done early, each day, before school
She would run for her bus and obey every rule
Her lighthearted ways brought smiles to the town
For little Fanny McFluff would never sport a frown
It was a warm summer day, though, that she was out and around
She caught a glimpse of a rabbit and she made not a sound
She hoped to then follow to see where it would go
She was in for a surprise when she fell down its hole
So big and so ample, its home seemed to be
The rabbit turned around, surprised then to see
A person, no a girl, had entered its lair
So quickly it hopped and got out of there
Fanny, she liked this place that she found
Alone, in this hole, below solid ground
She swore, with a flashlight, at night she’d come back
With decorations galore, packed in a sack
She prettied it up, with an old rug on the floor
She brought in some dolls and still had much more
Though she could not stand, she stayed on her knees
She made it so pretty and minded not the tight squeeze
Each day she’d return, with a warm smile on her face
As she knew it was hers, it was Fanny’s secret place
She’d read and she’d sing, she’d write and she’d play
She’d be in that place almost every summer day
But, one day a storm had come as a surprise
Where water filled the hole and boy did it rise
But, Fanny had her time and upset she was not
She was ever so grateful for the time that she got
Fanny kept that place in her mind and forever in her heart
The memories will live on, forever be a part
Often many days after, she would sit and recall
How there in that place she would have such a ball
So, Fanny, to herself locked her secret away
She unlocked it fondly almost once everyday
It seems that a secret place was not hard to find
Fanny McFluff kept her secret place there in her mind