the calamity
weighed down
forcing
the innards
out
revealing
wounds
unleashing
the crying girl
in the corner
where she’d long
swallowed
the grief
fear and shame
the lakes of tears
the eruption
of emotions
expanding
her chest cavity
burgeoning
so much
pain
pain
pain
and more pain
murky depths
led
to the dark matter
filling
the hole within
the rage
agitated hate
the injustice
trapped
and bubbling
the fear of implosion
imminent
the voices
of the past
scolding
an excruciating wait
for the release
from
this
hell
I Write Her 
Children are defenceless, at the same time, their spirit is also resilient and strong. I’ll never understand how could human ever has a heart to hurt children.
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I feel the same. Children, the elderly, the disabled. I understand defending oneself from harm, but to inflict it on those who can’t is atrocious to me.
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Ache
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Yeah, heavy stuff.
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Dark, brooding and powerful Susi 👍🏻
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Thanks, John!
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Brilliantly written as always!
Love this one! 🖤
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Thank you! ❤
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No problem! 👍🖤
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Very cool, Susi thanks for sharing xo
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Thank you! 🙂
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