An angsty version of 'The House That Jack Built.' Everyone should be obvious enough. Sorry it's so short.
This is the body.
This is the body that was torn apart by the bastard who raped me.
This is the body that was torn apart by the bastard who raped me who got away with the murder of my soul.
This is the body that was torn apart by the bastard who raped me who got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality.
These are the detectives.
These are the detectives who still think that they can save the world.
These are the detectives who still think that they can save the world even though the bastard who raped me got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality.
This is the lawyer.
This is the lawyer who did her damndest to put the bastard who raped me away for life, but couldn't because of a legal technicality.
And this is the bastard.
This is the bastard who raped me who got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality.
This is the bastard who raped me who got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality, and is back to finish me off because I spoke up to these detectives and this lawyer.
That was the body.
That was the body of a desecrated and used thirteen year old that was finally destroyed by the bastard who raped her who got away with the murder of her soul because of a legal technicality.
This is me.
This is me who no longer feels the pain of my destroyed and desecrated thirteen year old body, and couldn't care less about the bastard who raped me who got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality.
And those are the detectives.
Those are the detectives that swore justice and promised safety, but couldn't, and now they are just two more people on the Earth, an Earth that could no more protect its innocents that it could appease the souls of those poor detectives, who now look down upon the desecrated and used body of a thirteen year old that was finally destroyed by the bastard who raped her who got away with the murder of her soul because of a legal technicality.
Those are the detectives who still think they can save the world, and will do their best, starting by putting a needle in the arm of the bastard who raped me and got away with the murder of my soul because of a legal technicality.
And here, with nothing hurting anymore, maybe, just maybe they can.