He said “I didn’t mean to.”<\/p>\n
He said “You know I would never hurt you.”<\/p>\n
He said “But I love you”<\/p>\n
Everything he said was a lie.<\/p>\n
From the beginning it had all been a fucking lie.<\/p>\n
He planned this.<\/p>\n
From the moment he called and asked if his “best friend” would mind bringing him a pack of cigarettes and a soda and he would pay me when I got there.<\/p>\n
It was a lie and I was simple and naive enough to believe it.<\/p>\n
Captain save a hoe to the rescue.<\/p>\n
See girl that’s why your mama always told you to sit your ass down.<\/p>\n
Always told you to stop trying to have friends all the time.<\/p>\n
I should have listened to mama.<\/p>\n
Now I’m laying here sobbing and saying “no”.<\/p>\n
Now I’m stuck.<\/p>\n
Assaulted first by your hands.<\/p>\n
Hands always so rough from years of farm work. A good country boy. I used to think they were nice. Now so rough, could they be knives instead? Because they are killing me. Cutting me to shreds but I cannot die. Why can’t I die? I have never wanted to more than in This Moment.<\/p>\n
A mouth.<\/p>\n
The same mouth spewing Venom.<\/p>\n
Toxic words.<\/p>\n
“I love you.”<\/p>\n
A mouth replaces the knives.<\/p>\n
A mouth soils me further.<\/p>\n
Trash.<\/p>\n
Broken.<\/p>\n
Damaged goods.<\/p>\n
That’s what I am now.<\/p>\n
A final death blow.<\/p>\n
The dagger to my heart.<\/p>\n
Why is it called a penis?<\/p>\n
It should be called a shotgun because with each pump it is spraying lead everywhere.<\/p>\n
Shrapnel everywhere.<\/p>\n
Explosives everywhere. Live bombs.<\/p>\n
I am now a war zone.<\/p>\n
The dead and broken lay on this battlefield. A Battlefield sopping wet with blood. Gettysburg 3.0.<\/p>\n
Death has Dominion here now.<\/p>\n
A final blow.<\/p>\n
A gift you left inside me. Meant to grow and torture me for all eternity.<\/p>\n
“I loved you.”<\/p>\n
“I missed you.”<\/p>\n
“Did you like it as much as I did?”<\/p>\n
Shotgun to the Head.<\/p>\n
I’m dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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