Inner child work

A girl in my group mentioned how she thinks of her inner child as a child of her own. That helped me think of my big eyed runt of an inner child.
Her face is dirty and streams of tears are running to her chin. Her clothes are dusty from staying in a ditch, waiting for her death or absolution of some kind. She's angry and mute. Why does it have to end like this? She had no choice. She's too small. She couldn't defend herself. She must be stupid if she ended up in this ditch. She can't even climb out. Bad uncle put wood and rocks on top of the ditch, so she couldn't get out. She's hungry, but she doesn't want to think of hunger at a moment like this. She'd rather think about her mommy. How pretty mommy is! How mommy's house smells nice and everything is sparkling clean! How far away mommy is and how she abandoned her to uncle. Mommy will never know how she died. By the time she'll get the news of the child's death, they will have cleaned and put her into nice clothes and she'll probably be in a nice coffin. Mommy will never know how the runt died. Will mommy cry? Will mommy feel guilty for her death. Mommy never felt guilty. Mommy didn't care about daddy doing those things to her. Why would mommy care about her death? If anything, mommy will feel relieved that she has her life back, that she doesn't have to be responsible anymore. Mommy liked to party, to dress nicely, to entertain. Mommy didn't like to be a mommy. The child felt guilty for being born. Mommy even told her: "You're a curse!"
Maybe she should survive this just to spite mommy. Maybe she should gather the life left into her small, naked, shaking body and survive. The little red dress that fit her so well and that she loved because it twirled, was now full of dust, on the ground. The white underwear with Tuesday printed on it, was now full of blood. It was a summer day, but it was cold under ground.
Uncle opened the ditch and pulled her out. Uncle washed her shaking body. Grandma came home and she told on uncle. Grandma told her not to repeat those words, cause they're shameful. Uncle caught her later and twisted her ear, because she told on him. A regular evening followed. The universe continued its course, as if nothing ever happened. Mommy will never know. Just like mommy never knew about daddy. The child put her head on a giant pillow and cried silently before she went into a dark, coma like sleep.