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Seeing Red
A SLAP, warming my skin 
 But chilling me to the bone.
 A shout, a scream...
 And then Silence...
 And somehow the silence is worse
 Because then I don’t know 
 What’s coming next.
 
 Darkness and I am blind,
 Blood drips down my face
 But the blood is not nearly so bad as the tears.
 
 It’s like a wall, 
 A mental block
 That has imprinted itself into my mind
 And won’t go away 
 Until I fight back.
 
 But I can’t fight back,
 I won’t fight back,
 I won’t be like them,
 Living life in a paintbox
 But only seeing red.

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