I'll mourn my killer when he is gone
For a piece of my soul is with him
There is no closure when you're buried by beasts
You swallow a fate that is grim
When the Lord takes him, I'll beg for his mercy
I'll pray at the locks on his cell
He murdered a child, and he still has her heart
Father, don't let her burn with him in Hell
Let him rest beneath soil, so I can claw at his tomb
Screaming at him from my grave
He looked at me and saw a child in ruins
Something no one was going to save
Don't show him the devil, for they have the same eyes
Those eyes killed a girl in her bed
They'll wreak havoc upon her because she is pure
A story I've already read
When my killer is gone, I'll pray for his ghosts
My innocence weeps in his chest
I'll never know closure if she burns with his soul
Father, I pray for his rest
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
