My Attempt At a Vignette
in a way i am lonely...stuck even to the wall like a fly surrounded by the swatters that intend to kill me...
why did you let them hurt me?
you had the knife
you just watched as they beat me into a barely living lump of blackened flesh
why did you let them? after all the times i saved you
you stood back and watched.
inspired by Sandra Cisneros
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2012
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