A second blow came forth to my head
full thrust pain instantly came
and all the time you laugh and scream.
‘Little girl, you’re a disgrace, you’re nothing more.’
And then you spit in my face.

I smell your breath,
you’re drunk again, you stupid bastard!
I wish you were dead!
You take a knife and jab it in my tummy,
thrusting it upward, you cut
all the way up through my abdomen and heart.

I become a black soul with one last breath,
the blood flowing around me is drowning me,
my vision is tinted as I cry out in pain.
He's laughing, he's happy, he's hunted his game

Now that I'm gone, who's to care for mommy?
Will she end up in the black hole at the bottom of the pit?
Will daddy go to limbo for a stupid mistake?
I know the bar is an evil place.

I'm only seven, too young to die,
but I loved my daddy even if he made me cry.
Please, heaven, save his soul.
I bet he's sorry,
I bet he wants to take back what he did to me and mommy.

Mommy’s not dead, but daddy will kill her.
I know this because he told me right before he killed me.
I know he loved me, I know he did.
He always made it up to me and mommy by buying us flowers,
only this time he couldn't, he was overpowered.
I love you, daddy, but you need some help,
drinking is a bad habit to put upon yourself.

- Chelsea Cotant
Hastings, Michigan, U.S.A.