.
.
Like a wounded animal
She shouted in pain
.
Were her instinct a crime?
She wondered,
Or had she gone insane
.
With eyes of guilt and shame
They gathered upon her
Once again,
.
Rivers of blood flowing
In-between her *******
Through her brain
.
Their stones did not hurt as much
As for the one, she prayed for
Deep in her heart
Was not there to explain
.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
.
.
Like a wounded animal
She shouted in pain
.
Were her instinct a crime?
She wondered,
Or had she gone insane
.
With eyes of guilt and shame
They gathered upon her
Once again,
.
Rivers of blood flowing
In-between her *******
Through her brain
.
Their stones did not hurt as much
As for the one, she prayed for
Deep in her heart
Was not there to explain
.
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