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Rape. Rage. Revenge.
#122496 - 1--mick--Rape. Rage. Revenge.--2006-06-29 09:43:39
#Even words trapped in rhyme cannot describe some feelings... - I cower in a corner,
Hoping this is some kind of nightmare.
I wonder if anyone knows.
Does anyone really care?
I look in the mirror,
Black and blue round one eye.
I feel my tears gather,
I begin to cry.
I feel nothing.
Just emptiness inside.
I begin to search for a safe place,
A safe place where I can hide.
I hear his footsteps
Upon the stair.
I freeze, he’s coming,
I don’t move, I don’t dare.
The handle on the door,
It begins to turn,
I hoped it would be OK…
… I never learn.
He begins to advance at me.
I try to back away.
He pushes me on the floor
And there I lay.
He tugs at my clothes,
No way! I’d rather be dead.
I reach out for anything – a bottle.
I smash it over his head.
He blinks once or twice,
Then the blood starts to run,
Death is dawning upon him,
The countdown begun.
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