genki_blonde
Mar 21, 2010 21:54
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.
sad,
poetry,
death,
dark,
angsty