Too-Early Torture

1:07 a.m. wake up shake it's foreign my legs are being clung to i just want you to let go it's a beg, it's a cry for help in the back of a black suburban a scary place where headlights are not used a hand cannot be seen an inch in front of you but somehow my body is found and you invade without permission the words to shout "Please stop" 3:34 a.m. wake up shake sitting on the rotting dock the cloth i wear falling through the salty rain burns my cuts lashed the Norman in the yellow boots and the white beard retrieves my soul he is not the gangster who disturbed me before 4:56 a.m. wake up shake powering into the church stumbling over the invisible crutch nothing more strange it's a place i've rarely been all eyes are on me they know i am the spawn of the heathen but all i can do is cry into the open arms of the church goers and explain my long travels and running away the horrid torture that has reached my city 6:21 a.m. wake up shake the white beat up car holds a young mom with her baby who just stares at me with envy as if i hadn't just been hurt like she my parentals were called and i was on my way out something the young mom seemed to have never seen

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