Date: 3-7-2011
Sarah's p.o.v
I am torn out of my dream world in the same way a baby is torn from their tomb, mother's womb. A ghostly dark figure, incubus approaches me in the back of a truck. The
heart of this mischievous deeply troubled rogue is as black as coal. My bed of roses is his breeding ground and eventually becomes known as ground zero. "What is
underneath the clothes, Sarah" curious, Winston wonders getting on top of my body. "Nothing" hysterical, I yell fighting him off of my body. "Now let us see, my sexy
goddess" he says undressing me. "I may be a woman, but I can kick your butt. I will kill you before you have a chance to get into my pants" I threaten punching and
kicking him. "Please shut up, bitch" he yells slapping me. He forces himself on me and steals my innocence from me. Sex hurts, who knew love could cause so much pain?
Indescribable, anguish is brought forth with one single touch. Sudden earthquake, heartache hangs onto a very tight rope all night long. Gloomy, the bloody violent dawn
screams out rape instead of hope. Damaged from within, burnt brown skin, begin to hate everything again. Nobody can see the hurt in these once innocent angel's eyes.
This emotional mental train wreck is hell bound. Burning china, a female's vagina is desecrated just like a church. Shaken to the point of being awaken and then broken
forever, feel the burn. Learn to suffer in silence, wire haired virgin. Unborn desire,girl on fire, speak to the atmosphere in whispers. Damaged from within, brain remains in
constant limbo and its a neverending rodeo until the rain stops. Violated, a part of myself has died tonight and I don't know if I will be able to recover.