Darkest of the DarkestA Poem by Frank PurcellA poem for the darkest of dark competition.
She hides in the corner; the shadow concealing torn skin
She jumps and twitches, with the memories burning within. Cold walls, broken windows... glass smashed on damp floors Not even enough breath to let blood-stained tears pour. Clenched fists to her face, and hard feet to her side Blood flowing from a dozen places, and even more inside Taken and forced, even through her strong fight Molested and raped... taking most of life's light Left all alone in her tears, to keep reliving the pain Left to remember, being raped... again... and again The door opens a crack, and harsh light hits the floor His evil laugh start her tears; he's now back for more He grips her, lifts her, and then throws her back down He kicks her, then starts touching, as she lays on the ground She sees a piece of blood-stained glass, sharp as a knife. She grabs it, and slashes; slicing her neck; ending her life. © 2011 Frank PurcellFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on October 9, 2011 Last Updated on October 10, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorFrank PurcellJohannesburg, Gauteng, South AfricaAboutBeen writing poems since i was 12. They have been my best and most consistent friend. http://www.facebook.com/frank.tj.purcell more..Writing
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