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So She Sat

Contributed by flamingblade on Friday, 6th March 2009 @ 12:24:07 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional

So she sat in her room
with her headphones blasting.
To block out the sound
of their wills clashing.
She hides in the dark
and looks for ways to cover up the marks.
Her skin, though light, is dark with bruises,
the boy she's with, he abuses,
the fragile angel in his arms
a final blow, then alarm.
Her color faded so fast
Somehow, he didn't think she'd last.
So he throws her out,
hoping he won't be caught.
She wakes, and runs,
her mind unclear, screaming out,
he'll come after her, no doubt.
Of course, her parents don't really care,
when she needed them most, they weren't even there.
So she ran off as fast as she could
to nowhere,
and got covered in blood.
From the streets, and all the dead people
so she steals the food, and throws rocks at the steeples.
They had abandoned her, left her completely alone,
and took away all the safe places, even her home.
So she lays in the streets,
with all her ragged clothes and torn up feet.
With her laptop and headphones on,
Just waiting for the next day to come.

Copyright © flamingblade ... [ 2009-03-06 12:24:07]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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