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As Good For You?

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I felt it.
that night.
her fear.
            pain.
                   desperation.
                                       heart-break.
                                     so loudly.
                                 echoes.
                              in dark.
                           I feel it.

it hurts.
  so much.
    so strong.
pulse racing.
heart beats.
                   quick.
                   quicker.
                   quickest.
                                         so fast.
                                                        won’t stop.
can’t.
s.    l.   o.   w.        d
                                 o
                                    w
                                        n.
now tears.
so hot.
they sting
like ice.
why doesn’t it end?
why won’t he
stop?
please.
it hurts.

Just stop it!
Stop!
You’re hurting her!

no more.
please.
please?!
you’re ruining her life.
can’t you see?
what you’re doing to her?
fire.
in your eyes.
while she crumbles like pottery.
she’s torn now.
because of you.
bleeding.
but you won’t stop.
You.   Just.    Keep.    Going.
on and on.
‘til your release.
feel it there?
in the pit of your belly?
       building.
from your toes.
       tingling.
to your knees.
                    up.
          up.
up.
more. more. more.
‘til you burst
with a sigh.
and one last whimper
from the girl you destroyed.
      I saw it!
           I feel it!
                                              she’s hurting.
                                                                  she’s hurting.
and all you say is
                “was it good for you?”

















Okay.
Note:
This is based on a nightmare I had last night/this morning.
There was this girl, with short (just above the shoulders), dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
She was probably around 25, and she was like, my best friend.
We were at the mall with some other friends (I do not know who they were, the only person whose face I can clearly remember is that of my ‘best friends’.) and, while we were walking around, the girl went missing.
I somehow, almost instinctively, knew that she was in trouble. There was a man who took her, and I knew that he was hurting her.
We searched all over, and he knew that we were looking for her. He left little clues everywhere, and turned our search into a stupid, cruel game.
I remember that we searched through this pizza place, and the people there tried to stop us from finding her, but we persisted on looking for her.
Finally, we entered this store full of children’s toys, and I found her laying on the ground – beaten, crying, and bleeding.
I ran over to her, and took her hand, and when I did I could see exactly what had happened to her. The man had raped her, and beaten her… and I saw it all.
It was like I was right there.
I watched as this girl, who was my best friend, was raped and beaten, and I couldn’t do anything to help her.
I woke up crying. It was terrible.
So that is what this poem is all about.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?


Written February 24 - English class.
Based on a dream (well, nightmare really) that I had last night.
I'll explain at the very end.

Enjoy.
Or, not.
:heart:
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inpayne's avatar
Emotional and well written.