A decade of abuse and terror enslaved her.
She was locked in a cage both in her mind
and in her life. Afraid of the night and sleep
because he came when the lights went out.
Disgust, shame and fear tore at this innocent.
Until that day when the Dragon in her awoke
and those reptilian wings tattooed on her back
became real, bursting through from flesh, bone
and blood. From then on the darkness was no
longer her warden: fire had become her breath
and fire burnt to cinders the pain and the fear.
Ex Tempore LXXI
M.M. — 08-Dec-2013
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