He ripped off my clothes.

I'm running from him as he chases me screaming terrible things.

My heart is beating fast and I start to heavily breathe.

"Get back here you stupid c**t!"

 

I look back at him and tears start to fall.

 

I pray to God that he won't catch me,

that this is a nightmare, because the pain is something I can't bare.

Every night is another f*****g fight.

 

He broke my heart and I won't come back, so he starts to go insane.

 

My membrane becomes dumb and I can't think straight.

 

My legs begin to turn numb and he catches up and tackles me to the ground.

My vision was spinning round and round and I lay there weeping on the ground.

 

He look so tall standing there over me,

like a tree that I used to climb when I was a kid, back when life was just fine.

 

He hit me in the face, and the blood started to chase the direction of the wind.

 

He ripped my clothes, and this is where the poem goes.

Author's Note

This is real deep..

Reviews

[Closed Account]

Kool metaphorical writing. At least I hope it's metaphorical :-)

[Brandon]

This is amazing and very beautifully written. You dealt with this harsh subject matter in such an eloquent and impactful way... nicely done!

[Disillusioned]

another failing moment of humanity. I hope you are just a very creative girl. I lived something close enough to wish this for you. Keep writing.