I stab the knife down.
Deep down into his gut.
He cries out in pain.
I don't hear him.
I drown out the noise.
He's a rapist
He deserves this.
He drug me here.
He caused this fear.
He deserves this.
I stab him again.
This time it all ends.
I hear his breath leave him.
Dirty bastard.
I'd do it again if I had to.
He tried to hurt me
To cause me pain
I never heard his name.
No matter his name, it's all the same.
I don't know if you misheard.
The dirty bastard
He got what he deserved.
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Mission Blue Poetry
PoetryPoems written from pleasure and pain life's lessens & little blessins lost love and shattered live's, broken hearts and stabbing knives. With beauty, love, sex and joy. I write for the pleasure of it. Thanks for reading.
