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Written by: Brittany Gentry

Salt in an open wound
Voices spitting wretched things
I induced his pain 
And triggered mine
The voices, they haunt us
Nowhere to run
Dark
Shadowed corner
Rape 
Murder
Then it repeats

The images fill my mind 
And won't get out
Etched, burned in my head
Cursed to hear and see 
What evil lay, hybernating

Cursed to see the day
When the bear awakes
And the blade...
Makes the final cut