A crack echoes, its loudness a slice through the pungent air
It takes me but a second to realize it's the sound my own heart makes in the wake of its break.
The pools of wetness at my finger tips threaten to drown even my brightest of dreams all in the wake of my rape
My emotions swirl in morbid horrow at the soles of my feet, a raw hide stripped of all protection and beaten to death by cat o nine.
I hear a hoarseness emanate as a cry leaves my stomach. The person I am, I was, no more.
My face streams with tears beckoning the abandonment of all reason from my mind. I can see the edge, feel it, breathe it. I am the edge.
I catch it as it falls, my heart, hunched over and bent from rape and with the last of my tears I transformed it; my buried heart
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