Everytime I open my eyes,
I see ice.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I feel ice.

Hitting me,
Crushing me,
From all four sides.

Trapped.
In an icebox.
My life,as I see it,
Is an ice filled box.

Doing a one eighty,
Or rather trying,
I am met with resistance.

Breathe,Emily,breathe.
I remembered the rector's words,
Which he said,
When I was four,and a lollipop got stuck in my throat.

I did.
But felt the cold entering my nose,
Which has already lost the ability to smell.

Suddenly, I felt air.
Air,hitting my face.
Oxygen,pure oxygen.
I opened my eyes.

And saw eyes.
Black eyes.
And teeth.
White teeth.

Sneering at me.
He pulled me out.
And did what he always does.

I thrashed.
I cried.
I screamed.
I pushed.

Like always.
And like always,
He did the same.

But that day,
There was a difference.
He killed me,
I died.

I felt at peace.
I smiled.
And I saw an angel.

She smiled at me,
And said,
"I am your reflection,
You are me."

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Author's Note

We come across physical abuse nowadays on an extreme level and I dedicate this poem to all those poor souls. Even when their purity might be taken out physically,mentally they are always the same. Society should help instead of shunning them.
Girls are angels.
Always.
:)

©VioletEden