a dull throbbing in your heart
is all that is left
bruised batterd bloody
she sits collapsed
her pretty blue eyes
circled by rings of black
scabbed lips glossed
with a thin coat of blood
her shaking hands
torn abd bruised
she stumbles down
a creaking hallway
light flutters on
the bright glow
illuminates her face
castigation to her soul
her tears,
wash the blood away.
is all that is left
bruised batterd bloody
she sits collapsed
her pretty blue eyes
circled by rings of black
scabbed lips glossed
with a thin coat of blood
her shaking hands
torn abd bruised
she stumbles down
a creaking hallway
light flutters on
the bright glow
illuminates her face
castigation to her soul
her tears,
wash the blood away.



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