ashleymarie love zysek

The End

alone in her room, she hears his voice
'come lay down'
he unbuttoned her pants,
'wait, '
he silenced her with a kiss
she tries to shut him out
'just relax, it won't hurt much.'
he thrusts in and out,
no she presses the bottle to her lips
she crys at his touch
his breath comes faster and harder
he moans
she crys
he pulls out
she walks back to a place called home
suddenly she comes back to realtiy
tired of these memories
tired of the pain
she strips of her clothes
fills the tub
ice cold water
a shattered mirror
and suddenly all you hear is silence
a mother's cry
she just couldn't see
all that her liitle girl grew up to be
it wasn't meant to be
a little girl stricken of her innocence
found drunk and dead in a pool of her own blood
there is no
pain
there are no
memories
the angels sing a whiskey lullaby

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 30, 2009

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