Future
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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