LAUREN

My family's gone.

they're all dead.

My family's gone.

They're not coming back.

Mama,

Daddy,

Uncle Peter,

Laura,

Derek,

Little cousin Lena.

Everyone.

And I ran.

It's been three years.

I'm running again,

from the bad men.

it's been three years since I was 13,

And I'm

still

r 

 u

  n

    n

      i

        n

          g.

But i'm not fast enough-

they shot m e

 theres

 f o u r of them

they're laughing now

pulling at my clothes

laughing

and the talls calls

D     I      B     S

like i'm a soda

or a

 t

  o

    y

i hate them

these men

that i dont know

have never met

because they take turns

'SHARING IS CARING'

i hear

and dont

and by the end

i feel empty

and my heart is black

full with only hatred

for the men

who didnt even have the decency

to kill me

Reviews

[Shoshana]

This is very deep and centered on this person who I am assuming has been through a lot of misery and traumatizing events. This is a very nice piece. I love the way you wrote this, all of it... very creative.
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