A hefty ripping bruise on her chest pulsated and throbbed when she thought just a little too much.
What she wants is what others refuse but is she willing to step up and fight with brawn?
She just might jump the gun and fail but her jaw is locked and her fingers bleed.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
