Blood from harm
My Scarlett, red blood,
Flows like a huge flood,
Out of my arm,
From all the bad harm.
Tortured by a man,
I helplessly ran,
Away from the pain,
I should never have gained.
The man ran after me,
But why would he?
I haven't nothing to give,
I definitely won't forgive.
This stranger,
To me he is danger.
Don't look back,
Otherwise I'll get a whack.
Escape this torture,
I want a good future,
Safety is what I need,
Safety is what I greed.
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I write what's inside my heart.
So we fought. You left me all alone. Now I'm in the bathroom. On the floor. Doors closed and locked. Just like my heart now. My eyes are red and puffy. My cheeks are wet. From all your insults.
If you took one look at me. You'd scream. A guarantee. Of living in simplicity. Teeth wonky. Like a donkeys. Eyes; black with bags. A complete opposite of a wag. Skin- pale as ice.
I let myself drift in and out of a light sleep, but I was always aware.
My body was still shaking violently after what seemed like hours. I tried to keep my mind occupied but my thoughts always ended up back on Sarah.
She padded across the morning snow, she was really quite tired now. Not wanting to remember the night before, but it kept creeping up on her.
"No please I don't want to, please just get off me" I cried.
My first story. Written in the bathroom. Based on a half-remembered dream, inspired by soldiers who have spent their lives serving our country and cannot adjust back to a regular life.
I will not wake up with you by my side. Without you here I do not have to hide. Your hands will not run through my hair. I will not wake up afraid of your stare. Your eyes are weak like elders bones.
Wow! Reminds me of the time this drunk dude chased me and my best mate half way round the village untill he fell over! Scary! :3
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