They touched you.

They tore you apart.

They broke you.

Your beautiful body.

They left your face.

And your hands.

They hurt your parrot friend.

So you ran.

Ran away from the children.

You swore revenge.

You ran down the hall.

You were lost.

You were broken.

Again.

And it hurt more this time.

You spoke to your parrot friend.

But your voice.

It was little more.

Than static.

Then he came.