Clouds

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On her arm lies

Patterned tattoos

Colored and black yellow and blue

Back lined with scars

She wished he wouldn't do

At home there is only one sound

Her shrieks of pain suffering and despair

Gooey substance runs down her face

It tastes sickeningly sweet

She wished he wouldn't do it

With her pleads and begs

She lay atop a hill, decided she finally had her fill

She smelled of rotten despair

Carved her last words into the tree right there

'It feels worse than you can imagine'

The words barely etched out

She lay upon the hill

Her last stare at the clouds

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