I lie here, weeping,
wounds gaping –
fertile choices stolen,
another raping.

Voices chatter,
intentions are best,
a matter of time,
disown like the rest.

Fantasies of ending,
one final shot, 
drift away peacefully,
the pain will be not.

A tether to torture,
with waves that won’t drown,
or allow me to breathe,
but keep holding down,
forcing tears in the darkness,
too hurt now to move
loneliness blinding,
it festers, it spews.

No strength to reach,
for a hand pulled away,
no answer, no light,
just demons who slay.
 

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