battered and twisted. my wrists swell fine, so fine.
laughing and smiling, thrown to the ground. she rips my cardigan. painful $88 wasted. i laugh again, it's kinda funny you know.
'whore' 'golddigger' 'leech' 'stupid' 'slow' i say it all.
with a hollowed 4 inch iron pole-threatened them all.
the burn lingers in my hand paralyzing all motion.
she screams my father's name.
sturdy steeping deep seeping, calming but flashing pictures.
clinking it hits the floor. but i keep shaking.
stomach tied perfectly along with rubber wrists.

it's wrong. you can't just hit anyone you like. especially in public
that's what she told me. but i don't care. it hurts. because it hurts.
it seeps deep into my soul. and ripped me into a million pieces.
i could be here for a million days and stand there for infinite years. you can't stop me.