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Apr 2011
Set me free.
Release your tight grip
on my small wrists.
Fragile and naive --
a girl without a soul.
Weak, and brittle-hearted.
I shattered there
on your dorm room floor.
A word that transcends languages:
"No."

Your ears deaf to the single syllable;
Less of a word
soon, just a whisper.
Salty,
silent tears
tear across my skin
as you take what's mine.
An act forever embedded
on the back of my eyelids.
Playing over
each time I close my eyes.
No...

Monster,
doing as you please.
Inhuman
as you get what you can
and steal what you can't.
Unaware of the pain you cause
as you rip at my sad flesh;
carnage.
Pillaging my limp body.
No.
© MAB April, 2011
Alta Boudreau
Written by
Alta Boudreau  28/F/Brooklyn, NY
(28/F/Brooklyn, NY)   
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