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Just a dream, or?

Contributed by queentzie on Tuesday, 29th August 2006 @ 03:23:01 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I feel so naked, laying here, full of fear.
I hear him walking down the hall, I'm so afraid, I can't even breathe at all.
I can feel him approach my door, as I feel the last hit, it's still sore.
I know we are gonna fight, and I have no where to hide.
He opens the door, crouching on the floor, I know I can't take nomore.
He yells at me. Yes, I know already, I'm a useless thing.
And yes, I know that everything I thought I owned is yours, and you can always reclaim it.
As I wonder why this man roars, I try to talk, and you think I'm trying to throw a fit.
If everything I own is yours, then how come there is one Thing I can take, that you will never own again.
But you don't seem to care about that, as you grab me from the floor and throw me into the nearest corner.
I just lay there and as I look up, I can feel your hand and hear you say "Slut".
I can feel the pain, the blood rushing like rain.
As I touch my head and see the blood trickling down my cheek.
I scream for him to "stop", as I feel his fist, hard as rock.
Everythings black.
I just lay there and think.
Am I dead?
I don't know.
Who cares anyways?

I hear a knock at the door as I start to blink.
I'm in my bed. as she comes in, says she'll be back and closes the door.
I try to get up, but still am so much full of fears , that I stumble onto the floor.
My clothes rip and I can feel that my face is full of tears.
I feel so naked, laying here full fear. I can't even think at all.
Scared to death am I,
for I hear him walking down the hall...

Copyright © queentzie ... [ 2006-08-29 15:23:01]
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Re: Just a dream, or? (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimberlynn on Tuesday, 29th August 2006 @ 03:50:10 PM AEST
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Wow, I was scared too, that was so realistic.

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