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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Savior.

Mood:creative

The girl, she sits in a corner, knees tucked up to her chest. It's freezing in the small, grey room. The ceiling is caved in; it is no longer a shelter... in fact, it never was. All the girl wanted to do was to get out of there alive. That's all she ever wanted. But she sits in her corner every day, hiding from from alchohalic dad, hiding from the wooden stick that has given her so many bruises.

The walls around her are demolished, broken down shingles. The girl sees a little mouse scurry to its hole.

The girl, she sits in a corner, knees tucked up to her chest. She is waiting. Waiting for a savior.


[Photo & Text (c) Candice A. Anderson]

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