Never ending abuse

Poem seven: A price paid

closed are my sunken eyes

tears gracefully crawl down my face

I take another straight shot of whiskey

as my head starts to race

the cigarette is still burning

and the sweet smoke tickles my nose

My body is going numb

I can no longer feel my toes

I can see my black mascara tears

as they fall onto my breast

there are scratches and dried blood

pretty purpled bruises decorate my chest

my red lipstick smeared

and hair full of knots

I shove more pills in my mouth

chasing it with three more shots

my body is beyond broken

my mind completely lost

a lesson with a price

myself an expensive cost

he was too strong and heavy

I couldn't get him off top

with his hand over my mouth

I kept screaming stop

his cold eyes just watched me

as I fought hard and cried

he crushed my soul over and over

as he thrusted deeper inside

the world slowly went dark

from the fighting and pain

I woke up bloody and dirty

from the sound of the rain

now the bottle is empty

and the room in spins

I put the razor to my wrist

and rip it across my skin

the blood paints the floor

everything is slowing down

the darkness is back again

and its now all around

The cigarette still burns

as the smoke does an exotic dance

it moves so slow and graceful

putting me in a trance

there's an empty whiskey bottle

a cigarette burning and a note

the blood is coloring the white paper red

where "I'm Sorry," is faintly wrote

I weakly smile as I stare

at the broken body I just escaped

indeed an expensive cost

for the price of rape.