A sting cracks open her heart.
A pool of guilt spills over the ruined carpet.
New worlds flash into her eyes,
Dark shadows linger high on the ceiling,
That she once thought were angels.
Now she sees they were a mistake.
A catalyst of danger,
The trouble of a creature lurking deep.
And the pain eases,
But the tears do not.
They will stain her always.
A mark of the shock.
That her mother
Can hurt her.