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Tasia Howard Nov 2015
Choking on muffled screams,
She tries to escape the chair that holds her captive.
Blood seeps out of her as he laughs.
He drinks the dripping liquid with small licks,
Letting the copper taste dance lightly on his tongue.
A sharp, silver razor tears at her skin.
A knife grinds bones as he continues slicing her open.
He watches her drown in her blood, she tries spitting it out.
There's too much, the red liquid continues filling her lungs.
In his twisted idea of mercy,
He took the knife and slid it across her neck.
Torn veins and arteries released,
The last remnants of her blood pooled on the basement floor.
He bent over her and sunk his teeth into her.
Bite by bite, her body was torn apart.
Tasia Howard Nov 2015
Blood is red,
My face is blue.
You hate me,
And I do too.

Your suit is black,
My flowers are white.
You were "Just Joking",
And that made it alright?
Tasia Howard Nov 2015
She tries to please them but it's no good.
She walks away and pulls up her hood.
Tears fall as one by one appears a cut.
She stares at the wall and feels the blood.
She tries so hard to hide,
She wishes she would've died.
Tasia Howard Nov 2015
I'm sitting in my room surrounded by paper *****.
I've got a binder in front of me and my pencil is poised.
I'm out of ideas and my boyfriend is distracting me.
He keeps taking my binder and poking me.
He keeps breaking my pencils and crinkling my paper.
I'm tired and cranky.
He leans close to me and tackles me.
My homework flies everywhere.
He lays on top of me and whispers, "Fun time."
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.
The lights go out.
No one is here but me and him.
I hear shuffling noises.
I scream as I feel something impaling my rib cage.
I should've listened to my mom.

I wake up panting.
I should've listened to my mom.
Because I didn't, I'll be living my nightmare every day.
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