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Bekah
Poems
Aug 2015
Mental bruises don't heal
"his hands were like claws and I was the prey..."
struggling to break free but forced to stay
her vision had blurred with the tears of distress
she shielded her collar to try and suppress
his grasp only tightened with every endeavor
she would not be escaping for what seemed like forever
his hand had found a place that should not have been touched
a friendly invitation overtaken by lust
with all the fight in her she resisted and kicked
only to find that her arms, he'd restrict
she let out a whimper while he started the car
he parked near her street, where house was not far
weak from assault she was faced with a choice
she made an agreement in a trembling voice
"I promise you next time" he made her confirm
but the part he left out was the trust she must earn
dissatisfied by the pleasure he failed to achieve
a clutch on her neck would prevent her to leave
a painful half hour has now gone by,
she's had time to think and she knew she must lie
an agreement was made to perform another time
and she'd keep her lips sealed on this sickening crime
cleaning her face the girl stumbled inside,
there wasn't any masking the amount she had cried
her mother was working and her father not around,
she let out a sob and she dropped to the ground
she would tell no one, for she was ashamed
and her heart was too big to let the boy be blamed
black and blue would surface within the next day
but those are only colors which will soon fade away
distinguishable handprints, as clear as can be
bruises outlined in white, each finger you can see
but her lips remained sealed for far too long
for the bruises would heal as the days moved along
Personal experience, don't wanna talk about it
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Bekah
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