Why do I invoke this torture?
Why must I, alone, deal with this?
Soo much pain, too much blood
My nose is broken, No more than my heart
I cannot stand on that leg, White bone comes through my skin
Twisted as it is, My body’s only bruised
Blood frows freely down my forearm
Skin flops before my eyes, peeled from my elbow
Feet shredded on the broken glass window
Door imprinted on my forehead
I need help, my heart bleeds
My stomach hurts, a bruise surrounds the hole
My ribs are broke, my eye swollen shut
My hairs a mess, squishy with blood
My nails were clean, now have skin under their sores
How will they see me at the hospital?
Can I go anywhere else? “Never!”
His shouts rattle my thoughts into circles
Racing away to hide, quiet and meek
“We need a Doctor! STAT! What happened?”
"I fell." I gurgle, trying to breath past my blood
Their voices fade, the shaking numbs
Finally a little hope, he won my submission
“She’s gone. Time of Death is, 5:03pm…”
Author notes
Depressing and abusive. Never let another beat you to their will. It does no good but to let him continue being spoiled and getting what he wants when he wants it.
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Comments
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This is really powerful! There's such great description yet such a sad story behind it too. A great write, good luck
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WOW!
THIS IS POWERFUL! really sad but very very VERY gory and violent. Fuck, haha, i think you've got me beat. XD
Kudos on this piece, so.....evil.....so YOU!
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