No More

Teacher's pet she is no more,
Another dead corpus(?) lying on the floor.
Eyes open wide in the wake of her fright,
He sewed them open for the rest of her life.

Ribs displayed through her decaying skin,
Stomach empty because of the car she got in.
Nipples sawed off with a blood-crusted knife,
Mouth sewn shut on that dreadful night.

He killed her slow so she would feel his pain,
Make her rip the stitches when she screams out insane.
She would rip out the bloody thread if she could,
Her broken hands knotted behind her for good.

Going blind now from the dry air,
He ripped out every last strand of her hair.
Her skin peeling off around her puss oozing wounds,
She wants it to be over so soon.

Lips cover with old, crusty blood,
Not the permanent lipstick she wanted, or loved.
She breathes one last breath through her broken nose,
All because of one screw up she chose.

She took one ride with one young man,
Told him her story about how she was grand.
He grew up rejected and teachers hated him so,
Now she pays for that childish story she told.

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