You gave it to him quietly
because you didn't know what else to do
The violence made you do it
Though deep down you thought you shouldn't
Three should be enough she told you on the phone
It will give you the time
to get out and move on
Three became too much
It gave you to much time
You didn't know he took more, you wrote slowly on the page
Nobody believes that he did what he did
The bruises are inside where nobody can see
You live in concrete of six by four now
A hard foam matress and steel for a door
The bruises are healing
And soon you will be free
A contest entry
- Adult Graphic Warning -- Truly a Dark Quickie (Pic is up) by SuicidalLover.
525 points, ended November 12, 2008, 9 entries
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