Black Snow

Watching black snow fall gently, quietly into her soul, cleansing, calming, soothing it from the pain it has beheld. Caressing, hugging, the frightened little child, attempting to allay the fears of reality done to her. Misting eyes, overflowing with the sadness this world has forced upon her without remorse or care. Such a little one with innocence torn from her, what monsters have created this abusive technique to wreck havoc in this child's mind? What horrible memories to carry through this life, alone, so young! Where are the caring people whom she was told existed by the good nuns at the convent on the corner. Even they did not see the evil being performed and perpetrated in front of them. All horror wrought right in front of those who should have looked a little farther than six beautiful Mother's daughters.