The Revelation
The moonlight shines under the door
The door in the room
Where I sit on the floor
Crying for you.
Guiltily clenching my fists
Angrily gritting my teeth
Holding back a scream
Fearfully glancing up
To the spot where you once stood
Towering over me
Until you left
Left without a trace
Except the marks across my face
That say all there is to say.
"You get what you deserve", you snarled,
Bottle in hand, raised threateningly.
You made me feel so small.
Small like the dark dots covering the floor.
Have you ever seen blood under the moonlight?
It's black
Like your cold, heartless soul.
~ A Skribble by Amy, 2005
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