a daring

dashing

detonating cry

a lovely

laughing

little white lie

his smile wide

relied

"Hey baby, wanna ride?"

I tell myself no

but its so cold

so I do as I'm told

I jump in

with him

and hold on to the rim

but then he stops

and hops

and nobody talks

and the only sounds

in town

are as my body hit the ground

my screams

it seems

are not heard by any means

as he hurts

and works

and rips off my shirt

so I cry

and lie

waiting for me to die

and when he leaves

I see

the only things left of me

and on this night

no fight

as I travel towards the light

so am I

alive

when i've finally said goodbye?

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