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That Night

I believed the lies you fed me
You were a lion
Playing with its prey

Like a lion
You attacked in the night

I tried to put up a fight
But lions are stronger than lambs

I tried to scream
Suddenly the lion has my throat

I am silenced

Breathing down my neck
shhh the lion says
I feel the sting of my tears

I close my eyes

It was over

Everything after was a blur

All that was left were the

Scars

Bruises

And

Pain

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Such pain in this piece. The “lion” and “Lamb” worked for me.

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Annabelle!

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

The Lion and the lamb creates a terrifying environment. I believe, it gonna be flesh upon flesh!

Well scripted.!

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".

~Jackweb

theme. Not only in the stream of sexual conquest; but in general, of life. Many times, people who are so-called sheep, are taken advantage of and they are told that they should just be quiet and not scream. You made me think about the valid point; that if you are taken advantage of you should protest loud and long! Good work! ~ Geezer.
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