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Traumatized (A collab with EpicUtester)
You bashed my head into the wall I fell into unconscious I woke to the screaming of my mother attacking my stepfather "leave him alone you big fat bully!" She screamed.
"What are you going to do about it bitch?" You snarled between clenched teeth...
Your jaw tight as her tiny fist dented its surface leaving not a trace of its imprint.
"I’ll tell you what!"
Swift kick to the balls took care of you, boom down you go like a lumbering tree or an avalanche!
"You dare touch my son again..."
two fast kicks to the ribs.
"now stay down like the dog cunt you are!"
Your laughter wheezed through the air like that of a mad man even as blood spilled from your mouth..
A joke thats what we were to you... even at your lowest we were weaker...
I was sick in blurred vision... my mama at the mercy of a mind at its sickest.
"That all you got cunt?!"
You screamed out with all your gusto, "you are nothing but a weak ass bitch!" Mama runs into the kitchen, grabs that old butcher knife from the set on the counter top.
You slowly get to your knees.
Mom stands there with her eyes glazed over... "What the fuck did you just say?" Her hands at her sides shaking...still holding the knife.
"You're a weak ass bitch! You're not going to do anything with that!"
The knife slashed through the air landing and slashing at flesh blood flailing from wounds like buckets of red water. Over and over again the knife sinking, emptying you of your evil existance and yet I cried...
Traumitized....
"What are you going to do about it bitch?" You snarled between clenched teeth...
Your jaw tight as her tiny fist dented its surface leaving not a trace of its imprint.
"I’ll tell you what!"
Swift kick to the balls took care of you, boom down you go like a lumbering tree or an avalanche!
"You dare touch my son again..."
two fast kicks to the ribs.
"now stay down like the dog cunt you are!"
Your laughter wheezed through the air like that of a mad man even as blood spilled from your mouth..
A joke thats what we were to you... even at your lowest we were weaker...
I was sick in blurred vision... my mama at the mercy of a mind at its sickest.
"That all you got cunt?!"
You screamed out with all your gusto, "you are nothing but a weak ass bitch!" Mama runs into the kitchen, grabs that old butcher knife from the set on the counter top.
You slowly get to your knees.
Mom stands there with her eyes glazed over... "What the fuck did you just say?" Her hands at her sides shaking...still holding the knife.
"You're a weak ass bitch! You're not going to do anything with that!"
The knife slashed through the air landing and slashing at flesh blood flailing from wounds like buckets of red water. Over and over again the knife sinking, emptying you of your evil existance and yet I cried...
Traumitized....
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