Slut
You sit quietly, and I tap my foot.
Pound, pound, on the ground.
You called me a slut.
I wonder what you’re thinking, but I say nothing.
I don’t trust you.
Bang, bang. You knocked me down.
Blood splatters, on tile floors, you go get a towel.
You called me a whore.
My nose is broken, my body laid out on the floor.
You are so wrong about me, but I’m in too much pain to go to war.
What happened to this girl?
Slowly morphing, into a horror story, corpse.
I don’t want to have to explain myself, so I beg God to just let me go.
No more pain, no more broken heart, no more girl meets boy who wants to kill her, and leave her to rot.
