Their hands
stained with her blood
smear over her wounds
screams echo all around
but in her deep slumber
the slayers make no sound.
Scarred for life
the trauma continues
the fear of the unknown
now haunts her broken soul
she holds on to sanity
to fight the war with the satanic ghoul.
The toxic pills soothe her turbulent mind
she feels at peace
at ease
safe and free
nymphomaniacs n schizophrenics
no longer exist in her world
she drifts away to another place
in silence
forgetting and leaving behind the pain .. .
the abuses hurled !
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Great post! And its quiet painful too :(
It sure is. :(
Thanks a ton.
Nicely done! :)
Thank you Ara ! :)
Thank you so much Holly ! :)
It was a really disturbing phase in my life.
I don’t even want to remember that time. .
Hello! I thought I’d stop by after your kind comments on my page. I really like the way you’ve worked the sentiment here – because you’ve taken an unexpected turn in exploring how the “victim” has carried on from the situation… It’s different and subverts expectation, which I always like to read.