Warning: mentions of r@pe
Long hair,
full mouth,
beautiful eyes.
A curved figure
dancing in the rain.
Full of life,
lovely little thoughts,
pure heart.
A beating innocence
dancing with the fire.
She's gone.
Limp fingers,
swollen eyes,
ripped dress.
Something lost
never to be found again.
Breathing ceased,
legs spread apart,
wet cheeks.
A silenced plea
for a hopeless savior.
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Little Things in Life
Random"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
