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[sid] => 62941
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The End is the Beginning
[time] => 2004-09-07 20:58:09
[hometext] => Comments very welcome......its a work in progress
[bodytext] => The End is the Beginning He looks her in the eye, Screaming hateful words. She holds on for dear life, Shaking like a leaf. He gets his hands ready, Beating the life that was. She screams in pain, Bleeding from her nose. He blackens her eyes, Making her ugly. She can't see what coming, Hoping for the end. He knocks her teeth out, Leaving nothing. She falls to the floor, Begging for it to end. His lefts for an eternity, But returns with something. She begs for her life, Not knowing whets coming. He says you have one chance, He hands her the gun. She takes aim, Hoping she kills him. They both know that if she doesn’t, She is the one to die. He stands waiting, Eyes closed. She shoots, Hears him fall. He screams, He is down for the count. She screams, Runs for the phone. He gasps his last breath, Hands fall to the ground. She calls 911 hoping, Someone will answer. Hear her plea, For she isn’t forsaken. The police come, Look at the scene. They take her downtown, Talk to her about it. She tells what happened, Explain it all. They send her to the hospital, To have her checked out. She does what she is told, Relieved he’s dead. They ask her questions, Listen to everything she says. She calls her mother, Asking her for help. Her mother say no, Do it on your own. She cries, begging, But is told no. The police listen to this, Hoping they heard wrong. She hangs up the phone, Collapses on the ground. The doctors come running, Hoping to save her life. She breathes and that’s all, Breathing get slower. The doctors do all they can, Hoping to say this girl’s life. She wakes up hoping it’s a dream, Looks around for the first time. Seeing the world through new eyes, Look at what he did. She screams at the image staring back, An ugly; hideous monster looking back. The image has nothing left, Her face is destroyed. Her soul is there, Her heart ripped in two. She knows now that she is lucky, Lucky to be alive. She had her teeth replaced, Plastic surgery on her face. She looks at her self, Seeing that there is no proof. She knows what happened, Knows she lucky to be alive. She goes around talking to woman, Hoping to help someone out there. Rebecca A. L’Esperance [comments] => 5 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rebecca [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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