She huddles against the dirty wall br hugging it ever so tight; br hopeing that he will choose not to do br the things, he did last night. br br Her breathing is ever so shallow br no signs of life in her. br A technique she's developed with perfection, br to guard her twisted world. br br 'Maybe he will think i'm dead, ' she hopes br 'For he can't see me breath, br perhapes for just one night, br he will turn around and leave' br br Her wishes fade away in the night br as he climb into her bed br and any hopes of fooling him br are replaced with anquish and dread. br br She knows too well the ritual, br it's the same as the night before. br The abuser will take what he wants from her br and no words will this child implore. br br For she tries so hard to please him br and everyone she loved. br Yet all of the time she cringes br from their touch. br br While she is huddled against the wall br never once looked in to he's eyes br She can almost she him smiling br as he rape this child of nine. br br This little girl holds back the tears. br she knows she soon will cry br she utters not a single word. br As he enjoys the one he despise. br br And when the torment is over, br he leave without a sound, br and the tears that she's been holding back, br fall silently to the ground.