Thursday, 26 July 2012


She's broken, she's beaten
She's hurt, she's sore
She lies on the floor, motionless and scarred
Her grief is stuck in her throat
Her hair, all out of place, sweeps the ground
She is curled into herself like a ball of fur
Her clothes are torn, painted with his animal
Her bosom rises and falls gently and painfully as she breathes
Her cheeks are stained with her dried up tears
Droplets of blood drip down from the corner of her mouth
Her heartbeat pounds against her wounds
Pain throbs through all of her
She bleeds profusely through her heart
Not a sound escapes her lips
The fairy-tale that she had dreamed of
Turned out to be her worst nightmare.

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