she can't get out

June 23, 2019

golden skies

teary eyes.

pink face

blood in her lace.

mascara drips down to her lips

when he grabs her hips.

the mountains move

and the oceans do, too.

she can’t.

she’s stuck.

she’s like an ant;

belittled and out of luck.

she can’t get out.

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