shaking hands sweating palms teary eyes all at one chattering teeth red blood to blue shivering lips they contaminate you swelling head flushed cheeks out of breath you try to speak but in the darkened dungeons you lay with no one there to here you say "rape" you cry rapes a few more times and then you here the chimes of the noise of the boots of that man that man who has come to save he looks all around at the crack in MY crown at the nail marks on the wall and now he understands my call he picked me up and carried me away to a far off place near a shining blue bay and there he layed me down to rest and gave me healing to his best then married me to cover up the great big mess this goes to show that not all men are cruel that some are good even to battered women trapped under a hoodBirth sign: Aries
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