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I am riddled with holes; Poked, prodded, punctured.                                         Names called                                         that drill their way                                         into my stomach and thighs.                        Words yelled                        that dance                        around my ears in pinpricks.                                                        Slaps given, shoved up                                                        against the wall until                                                        my arms are swiss cheese.            Sinisterly sickening hands            that crave more and            leave my legs riddled with bulletholes.                                                                       What he wants                                                                       taken, forced out of me so that                                                                       I've been gouged with a knife. The same knife I hold against my neck that threatens my life.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I'm So "Holy"
I am riddled with holes; Poked, prodded, punctured.                                         Names called                                         that drill their way                                         into my stomach and thighs.                        Words yelled                        that dance                        around my ears in pinpricks.                                                        Slaps given, shoved up                                                        against the wall until                                                        my arms are swiss cheese.            Sinisterly sickening hands            that crave more and            leave my legs riddled with bulletholes.                                                                       What he wants                                                                       taken, forced out of me so that                                                                       I've been gouged with a knife. The same knife I hold against my neck that threatens my life.
WickedHope
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
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