Something was growing,
Deep inside,
If she told him,
She would die.
He would beat her,
Rough her up,
Take some bleach,
And fill a cup.
He'd force it down,
As she'd choke,
Then he's go,
Find a rope.
He'd tie her up,
Punch her hard,
Then he'd take her,
To the yard.
He'd dig a hole,
Dig it deep,
Slice her up,
And watch the blood seep.
Soon enough,
She was dead,
Then he'd bury her,
In her bed.
Jan.11th 2006
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Vivid and horrifying. Have you read my comment to you on 'Many choices'? If you haven't, please do so.