Saturday, March 3, 2012


I watch her on the screen playing her part well.
She holds her face in her hand
as the tears touch her cheek.
Her mouth is gaping wide
and she is unable to breathe.

As the scene changes,
the tears turn to sweat.
Filled with rage, she is on the chase.
The cold metal tightly holds his wrist.
The predator will not molest again.

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