He ripped off my clothes.

He ripped off my clothes.

A Poem by Beth Wilcox

I'm running from him as he chases me screaming terrible things.

My heart is beating fast and I start to heavily breathe.

"Get back here you stupid c**t!"

 

I look back at him and tears start to fall.

 

I pray to God that he won't catch me,

that this is a nightmare, because the pain is something I can't bare.

Every night is another f*****g fight.

 

He broke my heart and I won't come back, so he starts to go insane.

 

My membrane becomes dumb and I can't think straight.

 

My legs begin to turn numb and he catches up and tackles me to the ground.

My vision was spinning round and round and I lay there weeping on the ground.

 

He look so tall standing there over me,

like a tree that I used to climb when I was a kid, back when life was just fine.

 

He hit me in the face, and the blood started to chase the direction of the wind.

 

He ripped my clothes, and this is where the poem goes.

© 2011 Beth Wilcox


Author's Note

Beth Wilcox
This is real deep..

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Kool metaphorical writing. At least I hope it's metaphorical :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is amazing and very beautifully written. You dealt with this harsh subject matter in such an eloquent and impactful way... nicely done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


another failing moment of humanity. I hope you are just a very creative girl. I lived something close enough to wish this for you. Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 22, 2011
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Tags: clothes, love, rape, pain, blood

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Beth Wilcox
Beth Wilcox

West Alexandria, OH



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About me? Well my name is Beth Wilcox for starters. I am a young writer. I have always found writing to be the best way to tell a story to someone. Whether it be poetry, lyrics, and more. I have start.. more..

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