
For Sadje’s what do you see?
Darkness settles in, I can feel the cold buried deep within my skin. Room #5 in some tiny little no name town. There is no turning back now
Runaway into the night, I can’t let my imagination take flight. My car left behind the building out of sight. Peeking out to see if anyone was in follow of me
I am alone for the first time, and it is a bit of a fright. I did it, I escaped the reality of his wrath. In the steal of the night. His massive hands cuffed around my neck, and wreak of his beer stained breath. I left
Looking through the window pane, my eyes suspect of it all. I am exhausted beyond belief. I can’t remember the last time I had uninterrupted sleep. Always in panic of his creep
I just need to shut, and lock the door. The door to him. Crawl into bed, safe away from what was my hell. The never ending manipulation, tip toeing as I always walked on egg shells in terror of his drunk ears
I can’t believe I am still standing here letting fear grip me. My feet are stiff, and lifeless
I have got to pry my hands off the door, my eyes are paralyzed in paranoia. I don’t see any silhouette of a giant sized drunk in pursuit of me
I need to close my eyes, shut the door. I need to get the sleep he robbed me of for all too long. No more song, and dance. Not a chance. No more in the steal of my nights. I took flight
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