Will Forever Live In This Place With Blood And Shattered Teeth

Deborah Kristina
2 min readApr 23, 2023
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What is one more bruise,

scar, scab, cut, wound,

another black eye

when this abuse has already gone

on for so long?

I don’t feel like fighting for myself

anymore. Maybe a hard tug

on my hair, a slam of my head

against the wall or floor,

a stomp on my thigh,

a contraption pressing

against my wrist or hand would snuff

out my last breath.

Why feel anything anymore when all

I have felt is bad? I might as well die

because I can’t get out of this prison and if I

did make it out of here, I would be alone and no

one will accept me. There is absolutely no way to start

a new life. The rest of my life is beatings, torture,

eliciting mocking laughs from others. I’m in an unsafe

country. If I ever leave this dungeon, which country

shall I seek asylum from? I keep bleeding from my mouth and nose;



Deborah Kristina

Author of ‘A Girl All Alone Somewhere in the World’, ‘Confessions and Thoughts of a Girl in Turkey’, ‘From Just a Girl Grown Up in America’. (Amazon.com)