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So Much Pain By: R.S. Azalea (B. 1989)

Innocence was lost.

Unwanted touches were terrifying and repulsive.

The screams were not heard,

as much of an effort was given,

the Deed, was not stopped.

Big, heavy, and massive form,

Unstoppable.

Crying afterwards,

unable to stand right. A whack to the head

made the escape possible.

But it was a long way back Home.

Safety was not tangible,

only flashes of happiness, that

Mocked.

Legs carry forward.

But it was a long way back Home.

The weather mocked as well,

bright and shiny, until it was driven,

Dark.

And it was a long way back Home.

Cold swept the night

and all senses were lost.

Wind, and cold, and rain, and hail

pierced the bruises, the marks.

A downward slope with branches and holes

and mud, and it was dark.

And it was a long way back home.

One branch and a foot in a hole made legs stop,

Twisting, and falling and one knee was then,

Dislocated.

Pain disrupted any trend of thought.

So much pain for one day.

So much pain for one night.

Put back the knee in place,

and take off again,

on that downward slope.

Because it was a long way back Home.

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