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Ache—
Let it sink
Deep
 
With quiet and unfathomable rage, every word shown
Black ink, black intent,
Yeah, she was done


The black nail polish on her nails chipping
Stupid, cheap crap…

The color black burned through her soul, 
Giving her slight satisfaction in her furious state of mind
Always angry
Always sad, and hollow

She wanted desperately to get back at the wretch
Because of him, she wished she never existed

Lying there cold,
 Stark-naked on the bathroom floor… 
Standing outside the chipped, wooden door
He wanted more
Waiting to feel her flesh upon his own

The demon…
The monster…
You’ve heard the tale
It’s nothing new

Hearing him breath heavily,
Listening, his ears pounding with his heart
A beast awaiting his prey
Cornering her, despairing her 

Nose pouring forth snot and blood
He had hit her very hard,
And there was surely more to come
But she had to resist the monster.
She just had to

Glancing at the boarded window in agony and despair,
No one would ever know and there was no one to tell
 He’s a good man…
It’s her who’s the bad one
God is mad at her…not him
It’s always that way

Her fists slammed on her desk
After it all, he was coming back for her
She kept telling herself he was going to forget
He was going to leave her alone,
But he soon would be back for more, 
Just like the old days

He didn’t give a damn about the ache she endures every day of her miserable life

In a frenzied fury,
She tore up the paper with the short poem on it
He would never feel the ache…
It would never seep through his marrow

Her phone rang loudly, startling her
 She let it ring three times and then begrudgingly answered it.

                “What?” She spat, clenching her teeth in irritation.
                “It’s Mr. Rickman. We are ready to see you in.”
                She gulped. The time was upon her. “Now?”
                “Yes, of course. Everything’s going to be alright”
                 She hung up the phone.
       
She put on her darkest of shirts
She slipped on her black, studded sweater and her spiked collar
Black boots
Black gloves without the fingers
Black skinny jeans
She wanted EVERYTHING to be black today.
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