by Sunshine Simmons

Created on: March 07, 2010

In a day life changed

In a breath it was gone

My innocent life, full of a future, fat with laughter

Dead on the floor under

Fleshy bastard

Thick cords of muscles force my limbs

No one can hear my screams

I scream

And scream

Until my throat is nothing but shreds

And my voice nothing but a whisper

Nobody heard

Nobody came

But the fleshy bastard

Excited by my fight

As he whispered sweet vomit in my ear

"You know you want it"

"You know you like it"

"You know it feels good"

"You asked for it"

"You owe me"

"If you tell, I'll tell them you stole it.  All that money, all that help.  You were desperate, and you stole it.  You'll go to jail."

Fleshy bastard

Stupid trust let him in

Stupid me should have known

Don't trust, he's too nice

Bosses don't give gifts to employees

No matter how deserving you are

What your life struggle is

Bosses don't write checks to keep your lights on

Because now you owe him

He bought me

My flesh, my blood

Lock, stock, and barrel

I hate myself

I hate him

Fleshy bastard

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