A poem

[genki_blonde]

Waking up, I couldn't see and my face was covered in mud,

I looked around, and when I started to cough blood,

I got worried.

As I felt my ribs, some were broken,

I realized, my abuser had  earned a token

of my gratitude when he left me for dead.

Now I didn't have to share the bed

with the horrible man.

And now, I never again can.