She smiles a broken one
It’s a bit lopsided, with hints of saliva
Dribbling down the side
That she can’t quite wipe off
With a tender hand, she reaches out
To touch a smaller one
That trembled in fear and wonder
She comforts, without any comforting
A missing toe, a mangled nose
Distorted lips minus the colour
A damp white sheet, washed once
Transformed into her saving grace
The tiny little face stares at her
Her dishevelled hair lay flat
As she twisted her little thumb
Around one cooperating curl
Ten years, seven months and eight days
Not quite enough to kill her soul
As he broke her body little by little
She just smiled. And kept on smiling
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