Darkest of the Darkest

Darkest of the Darkest

A Poem by Frank Purcell
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A poem for the darkest of dark competition.

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She hides in the corner; the shadow concealing torn skin
She jumps and twitches, with the memories burning within.
Cold walls, broken windows... glass smashed on damp floors
Not even enough breath to let blood-stained tears pour.

Clenched fists to her face, and hard feet to her side
Blood flowing from a dozen places, and even more inside
Taken and forced, even through her strong fight
Molested and raped... taking most of life's light

Left all alone in her tears, to keep reliving the pain
Left to remember, being raped... again... and again
The door opens a crack, and harsh light hits the floor
His evil laugh start her tears; he's now back for more

He grips her, lifts her, and then throws her back down
He kicks her, then starts touching, as she lays on the ground
She sees a piece of blood-stained glass, sharp as a knife.
She grabs it, and slashes; slicing her neck; ending her life.

© 2011 Frank Purcell


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L
Wow this is good, seriously intense. Excellent rhyme. Interesting at the end that she kills herself instead of him but actually better once you think about it because it shows the true extent of her helplessness. You actually want to hate this poem because it is so dark and sad but there's no denying that it's an excellent piece. Just one thing; I would replace the word 'sloshing'. Otherwise well done, seriously

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A very sad story in the poem. Woman who are rape. Must overcome a lot to become human again. A sad ending to a powerful poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
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L
Wow this is good, seriously intense. Excellent rhyme. Interesting at the end that she kills herself instead of him but actually better once you think about it because it shows the true extent of her helplessness. You actually want to hate this poem because it is so dark and sad but there's no denying that it's an excellent piece. Just one thing; I would replace the word 'sloshing'. Otherwise well done, seriously

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Frank Purcell
Frank Purcell

Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa



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Been writing poems since i was 12. They have been my best and most consistent friend. http://www.facebook.com/frank.tj.purcell more..

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