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Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't hurt anymore,
that when they closed the door
left you taped up and alone on the basement floor
you wouldn't swallow the grenade
no you won't swallow piss blood dirt or tape,
no baby you'll bite,
little girl you'll fight.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't end this way,
that the taste of iron dirt and chocolate,
wouldn't stain you, that the filth will wash away.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
don't let them win and laugh any away
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that you would believe in me,
I am that something inside
when you were silenced I yelled
when you feared I raged
when you ran I fought
When you fought I was the blood lust
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
we'll laugh at this one day I promise
and it is only that day you may forget me.
it is that day I hope you forgive me.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
to never be consumed by others, by me
or even yourself.
sincerely, your survival instinct.
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't hurt anymore,
that when they closed the door
left you taped up and alone on the basement floor
you wouldn't swallow the grenade
no you won't swallow piss blood dirt or tape,
no baby you'll bite,
little girl you'll fight.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that it wouldn't end this way,
that the taste of iron dirt and chocolate,
wouldn't stain you, that the filth will wash away.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
don't let them win and laugh any away
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
that you would believe in me,
I am that something inside
when you were silenced I yelled
when you feared I raged
when you ran I fought
When you fought I was the blood lust
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
we'll laugh at this one day I promise
and it is only that day you may forget me.
it is that day I hope you forgive me.
Little girl blood on the floor
remember the promises you made
to never be consumed by others, by me
or even yourself.
sincerely, your survival instinct.
Literature
short story
The whip is flying through the air. Breaking the skin of a fallen body.
This body doesn't cry out in pain or shock. It just sits there, feeling nothing at all.
It hears all the screams of ugly words. Feels the rocks' being thrown its way. Some miss but most hit hard. Hear the dull thud of them hitting hard? The body lays broken, beyond repair. Twisted and shaped into an ugly mass of nothing, because of how the people treated the body. So the body stopped caring and let them do as they wished. To let everything all go. So there is nothing left of this poor body to be shown, because no one was strong enough to NO!
By: Crystal Rose Larkin
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Literature
This Heat
This heat is not a temperature
It is a weight, a drag on ones bones.
It settles around ones shoulders, limply hanging.
It is a slope towards shadows and places of rest,
A climb up level open cliffs called parking lots.
One steps inside, and over the course of long minutes
It uncoils and falls away in thick salty layers.
To go back and take them up again is herculean.
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
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this poem is old but i reworked it a bit
this poem is old but i reworked it a bit
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