she sits on her perch, eyes focussed on the virgin flesh.
waiting for the right moment.
the child sits.
the perfect time, unprotected, guardians gone.
she swoops in tearing at the innocent flesh, not caring how deep a hole she rips in his soul, but only to satisfy her lustful hunger.
she attacks again and again, ripping wounds so deep, they may never heal.
after the slaughter he is confused,too young to undrerstand why.
to young to comprehend the enormity of what has happened.
his innocence forever gone.
cold and ashamed, he must lock it away so no one will ever know.
she sits on her perch, eyes focussed on the young flesh.......waiting for the next time...........
Love heals everything