Tuesday, September 3, 2002

Used

I hope this is what you wanted!
Because this is what you're getting
The parasitic allies
The abuse of a broken heart
So clean; So pure
Filled to be inferior

Please! come cleanse
me once more
you filthy little whore!
So secrete, couldn't even
bare your own grief!

She was found hanging
naked. Even the scars
could not conceal
her innocence.
And the therapist
well...the therapist
simply ignored
her neurosis disease.

Trashed, slashed
abused down to the core
She finally gained the chance
to exploit herself
and yet, it was nothing
that the witches-hag
couldn't fix; The invitation
was so vacant

Slowly
Than
Faster
the blood ran
straight to her brain
and she just hung there
naked
waiting for
cold hands
to get numb

Fiction Collection 2002
©Bobby Ruelas

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