Truth

Stone cold floor beneath my beaten body
a pool of blood surrounds me
crimson ocean
caused by agony and destruction
brought to me by you
nails imbedded in my shoulder
hand grappling my hair
jerking my head back
your fist crushes against my nose
crunching bones
ringing in my ears
a knife cuts my thigh
soft slice of flesh
my arm twisted up against my back
arctic breath on my neck
with the icy words you spit
through stained teeth
silently screaming
with your arm wrapped
around my throat
chocking as I grasp for breath

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