Horse the Band

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are Rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING Wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on

The floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like Thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder Splashing in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving From the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped from Her heart while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy Here, on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole Inside, where the ghosts and demons hide, whispering White wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy Things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her head Her mother whispers "spreading like a whore". weeping Wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead with Dreaming, wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing More.

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