Devil’s Kin

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innocence striped

blood and gore.

Tears

forgotten

beaten from my soul

hands tearing

teeth ripping

I will never grow old.

Passed around

good time girl

a child

no one cares to look beneath the mask

the colored face

drawn to make me an adult.

Opiates to dull the senses

alcohol to feel no pain

dead eyes staring

nothing

but a little whore.

You chortle

watching me

making me beg at your feet.

Degradation

hatred

Abasement

rage

you thought

using me

abusing me

tossing me aside

would be the end of it.

You are going to wish I had died.

Devil is in the details

turns out I am not that easy to kill

your scream of terror

your face

your eyes

dominating my sight

as in slips the knife.

©March 3/20

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