Silence. A drunk message in my head.
'Go away and f*ck off' I should of said.
But mind was intoxicated,
My heart unknown that night.
Far will I remember that,
electric, shocking boom,
that raped me of my privacy,
vexed, boiled, tragedy, anger in the room.
Vic Chesnut in my ears within the morning sun,
I didn't rule out this certainty,
that my life was through just yet,
but the c*nt had raped me.
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