8 June 2012
Red-faced
Just scrubbed clean
I tumble into a darkened room and hunt for my clothes
Dry skin
Blood seeps seductively from every pore
I find my bloody bra
I feel so weak and cracked I can barely get it on
But I do
I'm still damp
My clothes are dusty and stick to me
I crawl on busted knees and manage to find a door
Nailed shut
I can hear them say
"she hasn't go long - Leave the poor soul alone now"
But he still came back
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