Murder Scene

Murder Scene

She was alone
In a room full of friendly murderers
Laughter reeking of mockery and...
Bleeding betrayal

She was abused
Far beyond mechanical repair
However, there was no bruise
That tainted her skin like charcoal kisses

She did not live
With the pregnant pause of silence in a dark room
Instead, she was confined by Their lies
Cuffed down by soulless beings

Words shot at her, bullets poisoned by hatred
Of what she "should be"
But she's not Them
Them who stand holding the trigger so bodly

No mercy ran from Their lips
Lips chapped from too much harsh labor
As They awarded Their efforts with her tears
Content is how it felt for Them

But alas her sanity
Stood back and watched Them
Exhausted from the cuffs
Defeated from the rounds fired

If one were to look at her now
Eyes more distant
Like a breath to a choke hold
She carried on

Alone
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