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Dirty Little Whore - 1. Poem
Icy to the touch
her voice drawn and eerie
he pushed her to much
He pushed and prodded
forced her to far
made her snap
and leave him dead with that scar
Silent and shy
she was petit and weak
that young girl
quiet and meek
His fetish was fulfilled
with that slender young throat...
that wanted desperately,
a new crimson coat
He pushed and tortured
defiled and beat,
to the mantra of
"you deserve this my sweet"
so often she heard this
she often believed
she was rotten disgusting,
deserved it!!
this thought would never leave
Even when he'd stop
she'd be constantly scarred
by that fat ugly bastard...
the pig made of lard
But one night she flipped
she knew not she would
she barely believed
that one day she could?
He threw her to the bed,
with a punch to face
he tore at those "expensive" clothes
the red satin and lace
He said she was common a whore
that she should dress the part
Her asking for her knee high socks
should of broke his heart
The man was perverse...
sadistic malicious
he got a kick... he
thought her begging quite delicious
As he crawled up her body
slamming hers to the bed
taking from her...
what she should save till she be wed
As he forced his fat greasy body
against hers, his tongue down her throat
the beer and smoke, a putrid
mixture, made her choke
She snapped finally
instinct raging as he penetrated
what she would do
was quite belated
She reached in his pants
strewn on the floor
she took her instrument
to make him do this no more
The irony, as she held
his own pocket knife
she would use this
to end his life
As he moaned and grunted
and slammed into her body
she raised the blade and stabbed
a shot quit unshody
He raised his head from her neck,
and gasped for life, air, breath
as he looked into her eyes... he saw
nothing, no life only his death
Lay there... blood running over her,
her eyes blank
her soul dead
her whole body lank
She was in shock, and to this day still is,
her only words a faint cry of
"why daddy why??"
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