he thrust the whip
on my bare skin
blood slices down to my hip
starving and thin
i grabbed a piece of glass
and begin to stab
i stabbed his a**
grabbed his shirt and dab
at my slices
then begin to run
dodging the mice
i didn't stop until i resaw the sun
a man yelled, 'Ma'am, please let me help.'
i then stopped
slices stung like kelp
he then literally hopped
and carried me in his arms
i cried
this man wasn't of amy harms
and i then died.
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he then literally hopped and carried me in his arms i cried this man wasn't of amy harms and i then died...... baten twice one for fear anothr for honour.. beautiful write....10 fine mine martyres, o.mother, papa dou know and papa u too.... I did not find urs the pitt here. tks