
An abused person finally finds shelter from the bombs.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 178 - Published: 05-12-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2516841
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Is it safe?
I am alert, panicked.
My lungs breathe heavily
stifled weight inside my chest
I look quickly, desperately.
Checking for a clear way
I run into a darkened corner.
I shudder in the fetal position
tears mark wet highways down my face.
Loving hands have beaten me
caressing arms have cut me
belts whipped
body thrown
Is it safe?
Is it safe?
I hear footsteps and I run
approaching a street corner
I am distracted by a dim streetlight
A car runs me over
My crippled body
pours forth blood
as life and soul escapes me
I cry out to help
familiar faces approach
warmly they smile
as they proceed to break my limbs
and my screams rasp hoarsely
Is it safe?
Is it safe?
My body lies broken on the ground
eyes waiting for death look up to heaven
Another face blocks out the moon
I cringe and whimper
her hand is on my chest.
Immense warmth spreads through me
healing my wounds.
I smile, and she helps me stand up.
It's safe now.
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