Two people
standing in a dark room
a loud crack
when his fist hits her jaw
a soft whimper escapes her lips
and tears of blood are streaming down her face
she wants to help
the man who's supposed to be her father
but she wants to hide
at the same time
And in this short moment of hesitation
the blackness takes over
and when she drifts into unconciousness,
there's only one word
that describes the girl
who's lying on the floor
in a pool of her own blood
Defeated.
