TWELVE

Location

Urban Word
242 west 27th street
United States
40° 44' 50.1324" N, 73° 59' 45.3336" W

Sunday mornings are
Now headstones
Silence flowing under my sheets
And your taunting me

You took twelve from me
Innocence killed
Your hands
A burning cauldron
You had the eyes
Of a thousand bullets ricocheting off my flesh
The way you tried to penetrate your way into my twelve
How heavy you were
your sweat blanked over me
Like lava
you burned my twleve
I can still hear Your haitian accent
Shaking
Twelve onto my rictor scale

My thighs were where you pryed
Me open
Like a bottle
Scared, hopeless
How I prayed for my mom to find me at this very moment

I ran away from home
you saw this as a chance
To murder my twelve
My body
Was where you wrote my death sentence
You didn't know
I ran away to your friends sisters house
You saw me alone
Fiend for my body
Like a junkie waiting for his next fix
Tearing at my clothes
Like a masochistic rat
Trying to force yourself in my twelve
I screamed and screamed
Trying to get your
Hands off my twelve

The heat of the gun you pointed to my head
sweat broke free from my body
As I am face to face with the chamber
I tightened my self up so much inside
I could feel my uterus having a seizure
you couldn't get in
Remember what you
Said
Don't scream
Don't move
Just spread

So I spread
I reached for your gun
Snatched it from your hand
aimed
For your temple
It felt good
The promise of fingers on the trigger the
Taste of liberation of roles being reversed
Tasted like what mama made on sundays before watching anime
Do you feel the heat now?
The lava tears seeping from your pores
I could have used your brain
For paint instead
I pummeled and pummeled
Until your eyes closed
Like my chest did
I stomped on your chest
So you can know the definition
Of pressure

You cannot have my innocence
I will no longer
Be attached to you
You have no power here
Your a faint memory
You cannot have my innocence
I will no longer
Be attached to you
You have no power here
Your a faint memory
Your decayed flesh
In a cemetery of maggots
Do you feel dead now?
Do you see me in your nightmares ?
How I counterclockwise your bones into dust
I kept my virginity that day
you raped me of everything else

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