Like an apple that has fallen from the tree,
her soul was rotting.
Rotting…Deep in the emotions of the misery,
the feelings that never seemed to be setting her free.
You could say others have had it worse than her,
but until you take a few steps in the worn out path of her misery,
with the burdens she carried, only then can you unravel her mystery.
The scars always there never to vanish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in her mind,
The pain that she endured through her teenage
made permanent cracks in the building blocks of her foundation,
to make her suffer the bitterness that was left behind,
forever in her mind.
She heard the footsteps approaching her,
And something inside her screamed this time it really isn’t right.
The words he was saying were ruthless and cruel,
And each time he hit her she sat there and obeyed each and every rule. Too strong, he was….physically.
Each and every swing felt worse and worse,
And then all she wanted was to be dead in a hearse.
He threw against the wall then proceeded to pin her to the ground
He hit her again, covered the mouth, not letting her make a sound.
She started to struggle and tried to release herself of his forceful grip.
Then the next thing she heard was a loud, horrifying rip
His hands were cold and she cringed at first touch.
She closed her eyes wishing the time would just pass by
And that next time she opened them she would be up in the sky
He pushed harder and harder and excruciating pain was all she felt
The next thing she heard was the unbuckling of his belt.
Something happened inside of her that she cannot explain,
She got this surge of energy and said, “F you, coward”
But the dirty mud was clawing under her nails,
The pain increased by seconds.
Pain thriving up her body,
Screams so loud,
She thought anyone would hear.
should have heard her sorrow filled cries,
But no one came.
Tearing off clothes,
faster than the light shining down.
Tears poured out of her eyes,
Pleading for him to stop,
But the pain only grew,
Till his pursue was finished with her.
The pain entering,
Was like ripping knives,
Like getting cut by a blade, when it heals,
It still leaves a scar.
The pain torched on her was inhumane,
Made by a soulless creature, a beast.
But there she still lay. Wilting. Crying.
Still begging for the help,
That never came. The help….that…..never came….
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