Friday, June 17, 2011

Cuts

She ran and leapt into the dark sea.
The cold water shocked her but it was a relief.
She was away.
She could live now.
Until she woke up.
That's when she realized her life was about to end.
Her boyfriend was drunk,
and she felt small.
He choked her, screaming how she was a whore.
She didn't fight back.
She wanted to die.
Weren't the cuts on her arms proof enough?
He had saved her,
and now he was killing her.
And she enjoyed it.
She was ready to die.

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