Thursday, September 15, 2011

Free Entry 3, Week 3

Betrayed
He was 6’5 with dark milk chocolate skin
With a five o’clock shadow and dressed to impress
He was 5 years older and way more mature
Nicer than my first grade teacher
He got me with his lies
Young and dumb I believed I could trust him
But the nice man turned into a monster

Crying out for help as he walks into the darkness
Watching red dots drop from between my legs
I hear sounds further than I can see
In the near sight lights flash red and blue
As my eyes close the beat in my chest slowed
I begin to see a dark space.

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