UntitledA Poem by Erica-Your feet hit the floor as he
drops you, a sharp pain shoots up your legs and throughout your chest. He picks
your head up by your hair, pulling as tight as he can he whispers “Now who’s
boss?” you cant scream, it hurts to much. © 2013 Erica |
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