she cries
as the knife connects with her arm
imagining death at her front door
she cries
when imagery surrounds her sawed off being
breaking every item that shows off her physique
she cries
when the bargain has been set
spreading her legs, no pleasure but regret
she cries
when the bruises continue to appear
padding on the makeup, yet black and blue still resemble her fear
she cries
when her ally gives up hope
her point of living, now she copes with dope
she cries
every night to the King
pleading " to my grave will you please bring"
she cries
nomore tears, nomore strife to be gained
her body lies in a hole and her picture in a frame
but yet she cries
as the agony fucks her to no end
the parent she once knew had no love left to send
she cries
as the knife connects with her arm
imagining death at her front door
she cries
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A contest entry
- "She/He Cries" by JustAnotherIdoit.
450 points, ended March 20, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Some very strong imagery here. It's emotionally deep and very intense, which was obviously what you were aiming for. Very well done.
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WOW! Well done, I could see it happening in my head.
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This is a very good poem. i like it very much. it was pretty sad though. i like reading poems that get to me like this one. It is very graphic and you can actually picture what it is talking about. I love having a vivid imagination, because i can see these things in my head. Keep up the good work. This is very nice.
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Thanks for that write. Very sad...
Best of luck in the contest, thanks for the entry. 
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