One of His Victories

She's 13 years old
And she's already been beaten and raped
Her father molested her numerous times as a child
Letting all his friends touch her body
By the time she was 8
She had already gotten drunk and high
But it was against her will
She confused the drugs with candy and sweets
And now she's addicted
She poured the sour smelling liquid into her juice in the morning
Hoping the fruity taste will stop the liquid from burning her throat
Now she can glup down the hard liquor without masking its evils
She can snort coke and smoke pot fully aware of what it will do to her
She wlecomes the fire that ignites in her throat
She thanks the fuzziness that overpowers her brain
Blocking the feeling of his erected penis forcing its way into her vagina
Making it easier to not think about the STD's entering her body
When she's druink
She's too numb to feel
When she's high
She just doesn't care
Drugs and alcohol have become her escape
They coax and comfort her when she's covered in bruises put on by her own father's hand
They take the place of the mother she never had
The mother her father took away from her
When he got angry
And turned her flawless pale face
The faint shade of blue
The same exact shade that police will see
When this 13-year-old makes headlines
Reporters will call her death a drunken suicide
Investigators will accpet that term without any question
Only the corpse and her father will know how she ended up on display
For everyone to see
Neighbors, co-workers, friends
They'll all see this girl that they labeled trouble
In their minds their assumptions would be confirmed as true
Her death will be her own fault
She got drunk
She was stupid
She put a rope around her body
And fell off of the roof of her house
Newton's law made her body go farther into the hole
Making the rope twist around her neck
Causing her to suffocate
To the public she killed herself on accident
But to the man who is covered in scratches put on by a teenagers nails
A man who spent his childhood learning how to tie knots in Boy Scouts
Her death was not accidental
It was a product of his anger
It was just another one of his vicotories