Sunday, 4 April 2010

poem footsteps

Footsteps getting closer
panick rising fast
hoping with all my heart
that he would just walk past
the door is been pushed open
pretend to be asleep
he's pawing at my nightgown
i know i mustn't weep
his full weight is upon me
as he pins me to the bed
it hurts the pain's incredible
how i wish that i was dead

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