Thursday, September 16, 2010

The Evil

Evil glares from her rapist.
Sends her off beat heart into a panic
Losing her balance
As she pardons herself
With a stare that could fool
His ill tempered thrusting
To his own beat
Inside of her.
Controlling what she feels
And the obvious right,
She hears his slow steps
Longs for his death
As he parties with the living.

Repeating glances from his ‘friends’
Who are his friends and view me as a
Meaningless drunk; college girl
Who isn’t able to remember
The night before
Oh how I do;
I remember it all and what lead to it.

The parentless friend
Who slid under my wing
Who wanted me
Even though we swore
It’d never be.
You longed for what I tasted like,
So I obliged,
Pondering on the time you finished.
Heartlessly king you out to
Shower, and good riddance with your soul,
And the previous duty I acquired to please.
So help me the same night
I did not sleep, studying for a final.
You off to an appointment.
Fast forward,
You making me
Swear we’d be friends forever

Your girlfriend
Called and I went next door,
Took shots of devil springs
Took off my shirt
Because I figured me being shirtless
Would stop the burning of my lungs.

I want to sleep,
I swore I deserved it.
I came to my room,
Closed the door,
And your carried me
To the bed,
A silence, a pardon,
Then a knock from the bathroom door,
I went and not a human appeared.
You carried me to the bed,
I said, “thanks”.
“Lay with me, I’m tired”
I rolled over.
I woke up to pain endured
In my vagina and a sorry excuse for a note.

I got to commend you
For saying you downed
Rest of the bottle
I cradled and hallucinated w
With the following bottle for the whole semester.
As it was half empty and
Your excuse
Paraded,
My Christmas gift from you was superior.
Afterward straight out lethal.
An account of what happened,
As if your truth
Stood past the facts, the reality
And what I’d never forget.

You’ll never
Have a piece of me.
You lack the sastification
Of ruining me.
Good riddance to your evil soul
And all the people that befriend you \despite the
Inevitable fact that my lack of conscience
Meant nothing as you
Had your way with me.

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