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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Cultural · #1263936
waking nightmare
doesn't matter how long ago,
memory is still fresh like new snow.
i saw what you did mister.
did you know she was my little sister?
do you care that you killed her?
did you get a big thrill there?
do you feel strong and powerful now?
tell me mister, tell me how...

look at me, do you see her?
is her face becoming clearer?
you remembered but didn't expect to find
another like her, another one of her kind
your face twitched, hands make fists
motherfucker you make me sick
go ahead break some more bones
'cause this time, this time i'm not alone.

i have sisters everywhere mister
each night in your ear we'll whisper.
the ones you killed, the ones you tried
we'll stop over, we'll drive by.
you're one piece in a big game,
you pay more for your nasty stains.
so now i've told the world about all you misters
you killed them; and they were all my little sisters.
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