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The Ice Pick Queen

My hair was matted from sweat,
bleach and broken glass.
He drug me through the kitchen,
I grabbed everything in my path.
Then he threw me down the steps,
he held my hair in his hands,
gave me a little laugh
and told me to try and stand.

I'm frightened in the bushes,
he's searching with his flashlight.
In five minute's timing,
my life was changed tonight.
Blood running between my thighs,
my ankles ached from rope burns.
He said I brought it on myself.
Pretty girls must be scorned.

My chest pounded as he came
creeping up two steps closer.
I couldn't hear anything but
clinks from his silver spurs.
My shins were busted open,
he had kicked me like a rabid horse.
That smile upon his face,
he showed me no remorse.

The flashlight shone upon me,
those eyes a baby blue grey.
They pierced through my soul,
I was frozen in dismay.  
I finally snapped to reality
when he grabbed hold of my shirt.
I jabbed him with the ice pick,
asked what his vision was worth!

I couldn't take anything from him
he hadn't taken from me.
Up and down, my arm kept swinging.
I kept jabbing him uncontrollably.
I cracked a kneecap in half,
I just kept stabbing a straight line.
I finally had him under me.
He was now mine.

I was going to town on him.
I couldn't help, stabbed his spleen.
He began to cough up blood,
and I think he said I was mean.
I gave an evil laugh and destroyed
 his tiny, aching manhood.
He'll never do it again
was all I understood.

He began to convulse from pain,
I just kept skinning him alive.
I made a pact to myself
from now on, I'll never hide.
I was finally distracted by
red and blue flashing lights.
Before they cuffed me though,
I closed his bare sockets
and whispered, "Goodnight".
...................................          ...
Miss, let's take your meds.
Your breakfast tray is here.
I picked up the medicine cup,
tilted my head back, nurse said, "clear".
I had to turn off the news.
Another picture of me blasted the screen.
Everyone in this nuthouse knows me.
They now call me the Ice Pick Queen.
Author's Note
A fictional tale of a rape survivor seeking revenge
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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