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She grabs her by the neck And I can see it unfold She never stood a chance Her body slams to the ground She gasps upon impact Blood running from her mouth red as her hair She reaches up Unclear if as an act of pleading or anger But a figure dressed dark as night rips her off the ground Only to slam her down again This time she lets out an unearthly moan She spits blood onto the pavement It glistens in the sun A puddle of color against the blacktop The figure grabs her again and drags her by her hair Her lips quivering She puts her arms below her And as she pushes to lift herself up another blow The dark figure kicks her in the side of the head She falls to the ground A sharp kick in the rips and she spits blood once again She looks up pleading with her eyes Scrapes cover her face with streaks of red The tears are streaming down but she does not cry out Another blow to the ribs and she doubles down Using her hands over her head she attempts to protect herself Finally relenting the dark figure stops the kicking She lay broken and quivering unable to face it It begins to scream And when she turns away it grabs her face to face the lingual horrors When I see her face next it's only a glance But her eyes seem empty now Glazed over and lifeless The figure picks her up again She makes no sound this time as she hits the ground For a moment it seems as though she will try to rise up The figure stands over her watching But she doesn't move
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
She Never Stood a Chance
She grabs her by the neck And I can see it unfold She never stood a chance Her body slams to the ground She gasps upon impact Blood running from her mouth red as her hair She reaches up Unclear if as an act of pleading or anger But a figure dressed dark as night rips her off the ground Only to slam her down again This time she lets out an unearthly moan She spits blood onto the pavement It glistens in the sun A puddle of color against the blacktop The figure grabs her again and drags her by her hair Her lips quivering She puts her arms below her And as she pushes to lift herself up another blow The dark figure kicks her in the side of the head She falls to the ground A sharp kick in the rips and she spits blood once again She looks up pleading with her eyes Scrapes cover her face with streaks of red The tears are streaming down but she does not cry out Another blow to the ribs and she doubles down Using her hands over her head she attempts to protect herself Finally relenting the dark figure stops the kicking She lay broken and quivering unable to face it It begins to scream And when she turns away it grabs her face to face the lingual horrors When I see her face next it's only a glance But her eyes seem empty now Glazed over and lifeless The figure picks her up again She makes no sound this time as she hits the ground For a moment it seems as though she will try to rise up The figure stands over her watching But she doesn't move
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
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