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RedShe looks at me, broken
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Crying out silently.
What can I do to help her now?
Her voice is gone.
Fractured under the weight of oppression.
He's on the prowl.
I can't move, I'm frozen here,
Watching the scene unfold.
Hands moving up and down worn trails,
Nails digging into crevices,
The same route every time.
She knows what's coming and she opens her mouth,
Letting out a piercing scream into the night.
She is muffled.
She is struggling, I'm crying but there's nothing I can do.
I couldn't stop it before and I can't stop it now.
She is broken.
She lays there, curled around what was stolen,
Protecting what is left.
What he didn't take.
What once was white is now red.
Suddenly it's everywhere and I don't want to see it no more .
Hands, chest, face
On the sheets, the floor, the wood.
That's all I see.
the color of rage, lust, and pain speckled like fallen stars.
Though her face is blank, I see her tremble.
Eyes darting to the door,
Watching to see if he comes back
I'm (not) okay!Everyone sometime in their life is asked, "Are you okay?" And of course, we always give the standard answer of, "Yeah, I'm fine!"
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Because it is what we were taught to do. No one wants to hear "No, I'm not." because then what are we to do? We expect that same answer, so when it does not come, we fidget, we get awkward, we stutter, we don't know what to say.
And truthfully, we really don't.
How can we fix a problem we've never been met before? When everyone says they're "Just fine.", how do others expect us to react when the answer is the opposite? That's why we always say we're "Just fine." because we don't know. We're afraid. We're afraid of opening up to others and comforting others. It's not that we can't, but really, what can we do? Give a hug, get some chocolate, be there? That's a little hard to do nowadays.
Most of today's generation is stuck in front of a computer screen, with most of their friends half way around the world. How do you expect us to comfort you