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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At night When she lays down Body to jaded Spirit long since faded But, Her restless mind Awakens Telling her Who she is What she will be The nights that Will soon follow How it will end With a gun in hand She sees a woman To scared to stand To timid to speak In her mind always A lioness ready to fight But in actual fact A cub weary Weak She sees a scared Little girl Burning in the eyes Of the beholder The seducer The personal foe Where will it end This laying bare This bleeding trend Where will it end In a glint of stainless She sees A sudden timelapse Of a future of use Of many men Served At night As her body is shook In rhythm To perpetrators Scornful looks One by one They finish One by one They leave her Staring up into oblivion Hoping the pain will end Praying for amends Screams in her eyes Begging for forgiveness Her face stays blank Waiting for the next To ruin her rank A snap back to reality What now? What next? She hugs her knees Afraid of what will be Click She is set back quick She is standing above What seems to be Her not much younger self Sitting on her feet Angrily crying Hands manically clawing At the sides of her head She suddenly rises RedVelvet seeping Through her pale skin The frenzied search begins A timelapse again She sees herself Ferociously scratching with a pen The anger in a book Soon to be hidden again A creak of a door Sends her spiralling back Into the now Into the black Defeat Will her prediction Be her end? The only thing left A gun in shaking hand
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