A little girl curled up and crying
The shadow of a man
She flinches
But he begins to pass her
She looks up, scared, at his back
His hand, clenched in anger
A drunked rage
He stops
Turns
Strikes
Sends her sprawling
The descends upon her
Revealing his weapon once more
She cries out in pain
Yet it only spurs him on
Then
At last
All is done
She lies there
Bleeding
Silently sobbing as he walks away
Satisfied
Until the next night















Devious Comments
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Wow...!
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It was written for a friend in a bad place...I hope she gets to read it someday.
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"I can't control my destiny - I trust my soul - My only goal - Is just to be"
"Can I help you with something?"
"Angels fallen from Heaven have no choice but to become Deamons."
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"I can't control my destiny - I trust my soul - My only goal - Is just to be"
"Can I help you with something?"
"Angels fallen from Heaven have no choice but to become Deamons."
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Far too many women can relate to this one.
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art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship - ingmar bergman
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"I can't control my destiny - I trust my soul - My only goal - Is just to be"
"Can I help you with something?"
"Angels fallen from Heaven have no choice but to become Deamons."
You are a master of description...
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Poor english ahead....
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"I can't control / My destiny / I trust my soul / My only goal / Is just to be"
"Can I help you with something?"
"Angels fallen from Heaven have no choice but to become Deamons."
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