Jittery hands
Shaking knees
She needs a habit to steady her unsure fingertips
Tap a pen
Head pounding
She writes furiously to chase her thoughts away
Headphones on
Eyes closed
Pen moving of its own accord
She will imagine
Shes in another place
In another time
Disconnected pieces of conversation float across the air slithering beneath her speakers tainting her thoughtful reverie
To force sex, to rapewhat an awful thing
Of all things
On all the days
364 other days to choose
Countless other words to hear
Clench her jaw
Tap her foot
Faster and faster the pen flies across the page
These tears will not escape her
Nothing will escape her
She is nothing to them and their perfect world
She is nothing to them and their world
She is nothing to them
She is nothing
She is
Nothing
Shaking knees
She needs a habit to steady her unsure fingertips
Tap a pen
Head pounding
She writes furiously to chase her thoughts away
Headphones on
Eyes closed
Pen moving of its own accord
She will imagine
Shes in another place
In another time
Disconnected pieces of conversation float across the air slithering beneath her speakers tainting her thoughtful reverie
To force sex, to rapewhat an awful thing
Of all things
On all the days
364 other days to choose
Countless other words to hear
Clench her jaw
Tap her foot
Faster and faster the pen flies across the page
These tears will not escape her
Nothing will escape her
She is nothing to them and their perfect world
She is nothing to them and their world
She is nothing to them
She is nothing
She is
Nothing
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if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
