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Her Prisoner

As I look above at the ocean blue sky it suddenly fades to a fiery red
Poison lingers in my naked fat belly and soon I’ll be dead.
I desired her porcelain skin’s touch
But what I got was a bit too much
Beating with the metal devoured my skin
This was a battle I was by no means going to win.
Apologizing for a translucent fault did not help my situation
It helped the feelings inside her grow to irritation.
As I bled red velvet all over her kitchen floor
She looked at me in a way I’ve never seen before.
Her eyes blazed over as if she were blind
Her uncontrollable violence began to unwind.
As the cold hard metal pierced my heart one last time
I had my last few moments to come up with this head rhyme.





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