ZoeA Poem by Miss WorldI learned not to scream, a million years ago. I learned to bite down on the pain, and feel the blood. I taught myself to make it through, all of this pain and rage. But I still can't forget about you. I remember the raw red marks, looking like tattoos decorated all over my skin. I remember your scaly pale hand, clamping over my mouth as you took my innocence away. I still have the scars and the bruises, splattered on my body like paint on a white canvas. I still remember you, Zoe. I still remember you, Mother.
© 2011 Miss WorldAuthor's Note
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Added on June 23, 2011Last Updated on June 23, 2011 AuthorMiss WorldNVAboutWelcome to my world; My name is Courtney, and I have a last name too! I'm 16 years of age I write. I dance. And I have an ironic love for Hole. I'm a person. more..Writing
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