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Torn Contact Lens
Contributed by
dragonluvsong
on
Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 01:47:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Twist and twist, the cap
Comes off the case
And in front of the mirror he sat,
Looking glass, watching his face.
The whites of his eyes red
Swollen, abused, seeming dead.
Clear plastic circle on
The tip of his finger intended
For his eye to see in the sun.
But he sees the tear, splendid.
Extra set off to the side
In the box he left them to hide.
When inserted behind his lid
He can see with no doubt
What his decision did;
It was something he never thought about.
Last night he slipped her
The pill which caused a blur.
He brought her back to
Where he lived and did
What he felt he could do
When it could be hid.
He smoked the blunt
He drank to put up the front.
As she was out, he did
What he could to get what he
Wanted, however forbidden
It was. He just touched what he could see.
Then she awoke to find
She had been raped as she was blind.
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dragonluvsong
... [
2005-03-09 13:47:04] (Date/Time posted on
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