Poem -
Torture
Your words are the chains
The chains that hold me down
Make me unable to do anything
Except, sit there and struggle
Your force is the pain
When your fist drives through my stomach
I feel as if my mind tells me to run
But my heart says to let it happen
My blade is the end
So cold, yet so warm
I grab the box cutters
And open my veins to whatever lies ahead
I'll die,
Knowing you won.
Knowing that no one came for me
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Hello Aurora, good write. I read a book called Rose Madder and in that the woman is abused and you captured that feeling of defeat so well, the given up he has beaten feeling that this sick demon of a man who breaks this woman down and makea her feel like there is no one out there for her or cares about her. It is tragic and wrong, enjoyed this, well done.
I'm really sorry to correct you but I'm kind of a lesbian. I totally understand where you were coming. I'll have to read that book. Thank you
Ok, well regardless of man or woman which a woman could do such a cruelty as well, evil doesn't have a sex. Thanks for the clarity.
Anytime.Â
An incredibly dramatic intense work.
Great write.
Wishing you all the best !