the girl huddled next to her school desk, covering her work quickly
uses the eraser three times, not getting it down, not understanding
--he will be there tonight -- I know you don't want to hear
write a story about menace she thought -- her task not healthy
it was hard to describe her life, her best friend not knowing
-- the fear will make you sick -- Quick turn away, leave the little girl alone
her mum not understanding, the sister she must protect, silent
hiding, waiting, running away, she huddled closer to her pen
-- trapped with him, his face will distort your memories -- Am I making you uncomfortable?
erasing more and more lines, it was the fear that got to her
but she must be strong, keep him away, while writing slowly about nothing
-- there is no escape, even if you try -- You cannot hear this, you say
and with the pen, she stopped, emotionless -- her pen down, shoulders hunched
she had nothing to write about, but rainbows and dancing in the sun
-- no one will believe you, to run you will just be returned - Well just stop reading
the menace had been that good, that precise
that even a little girl felt trapped -- when writing alone
he scared her to a point where it was easier to forget
and erase the page
the menace that is at every turn,
and leaves her chasing butterflies, in the fields
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