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Red Slush

I run through the white Winter snow Running from you You want me to do horrible things With you Trudging through snow Very hard thing to do You shout out my name I keep going A shot is fired I scream It hadn't hit me You call my name Telling me to come back I don't listen To you If I come back You'll hit me You'll make my life even worst Than before Another shot is fired It hits my hand I scream in pain I almost fall But keep going I know I will not get away Never have Never will You put drugs in my food Make me almost paralyzed Unable to fight you off I can't feel a thing Except your heavy weight on me I try to scream Your mouth covers mine I hate you for that Not letting me speak On my own I hear a noise It's your belt Coming undone You take your shirt off Unbutton mine You start kissing my chest My face is covered in tears I want you off of me Then you get off I look at you You're staring at me Taking your jeans off You grab my legs I try to keep them shut You just open them again You rub yourself Against me I try to scream again You put your hand over my mouth And start to laugh Telling me to be quiet You unbutton my jeans Unzip my zipper And slide them down my legs Im completly naked So are you I close my legs one more time You yank them open Telling me Im being difficult You lay down on me And bite my lips You go down Lower lower You bite my neck You bite my breasts You are a sick person You look down And make it go in In and out In and out I start to sob You start to laugh I hate you I hate you so much You scream out my name My hand hurts so much Im losing blood Too much You shoot one last time It hits my side I scream and fall I lay their Wanting to get this over with I put my hand to my side Pull it back I see blood I hear crunching snow You're coming closer You roll me over I stare into your eyes They are black Lifeless eyes You start to yell at me You hit me Many many times Snow starts to fall Down on my face Everything is getting darker Its almost pitch black One last strike I died You keep hitting me Even though you know Im dead You step back to look At my body You see the scars and marks You created Then you see My blood Going around my body That white snow I fell in Is now Nothing but A red puddle Of slush

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/2/2009 3:02:00 PM
That is horrible story, subject.
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