Poor Thing

A Poem by Lunar Pup

Tied down

Kicking and screaming to be set free

Cold hands cover my lips

and hushes my cries

Such a poor thing...

Slapped and cut

Rubies fall from bare skin

Hand tight to my neck

Breaths short and few

Such a poor thing...

I cry out...

No one hears

A gun to my head

And all is silent

Such a poor thing...

Left bare and cold

Heart broken

His cold hands trace my skin...

Such a poor thing

© 2009 Lunar Pup

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TheKaylaPup

*hugs* your poetry... *hugs*

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Lunar Pup

Boone, IA

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