[[I was clean for 420 days before I had a small relapse.]]
Fallen Angel
I hear a child.
I hear a child, screaming.
This is the scream of a child.
This is the scream of an anguished child.
This is the scream of a child being tortured.
This is a child in physical pain.
I am drawn into the next room.
There is a child, a girl. There is a man.
He is a beautiful man.
And she is a beautiful little girl.
But you would not know; her face is
tear-streaked.
I realize suddenly why this little girl is screaming.
She is cutting her arm,
blade
in
hand
And somehow I know that this man is making her do these horrible things to herself.
And somehow I know that this little girl had her innocence stolen away by this beautiful, stunning man who tempted her with
pretty
silver.
Somehow I know that this beautiful man is a fallen angel named Lucifer.
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