Metal
Liz Russell
Her eyes lay staring,
Wishing for salvation.
Tears roll down once-round
Cheeks
A smart slap to the face
Again.
Again.
She is now on the floor
Eyes close, seeking hope,
Peace.
Sweat clings to her face
Pain comes again
Bruises appear
Now too many to count
Her mind is a blur
Red begins to pour from
His Hands.
He walks out
Not
Forgetting a final
Punch.
Tears stream down
She contains her pain
She reaches for her
Only
Escape
her Pale white skin
Glows against the dimly
Lit Room
A single light hangs
The metal is
Cool in her hands
A sickening half-hearted smile
Crosses her
Face
She strokes the silver
Her breathing becomes faster
Her ever beating pulse
Hightens
She feels his prescence
Metal is shoved into pocket
He glares
She Hides
Her pain excelerates
Another strike
She tries to stand
She is beat down
Another
Pain in her life
Nobody cares
There is no shoulder to cry on
He goes back to his dwelling
She can't escape
Physically
She thinks of life before
She strokes the
Cold Metal
She presses it to her
flesh
Warm
The pain
is different
Relieving
It cuts in deeper
Red
Spills on the floor
Staing red her
Skin
Her breathing slows
Hightens
Fluxuates
A sickening smile crosses her
Face
The pulse stops
Warth
Disperses
Her body lies
Cold
On the cement
The single bulb swings
Catches a final glimpse
of her
Final
Moments
Her smile remains
Her hair
Scattered
It flickers
.
.
.
.and is gone.
Darkness emerses
All
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 xXSekksual RainbowXx · Wed Oct 08, 2008 @ 09:08pm · 0 Comments |
