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| Written by Jody | |
| Monday, 14 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      She had a boyfriend, a walking blue-eyed doll. He was the perfect gentleman, opened every door, pulled back every chair. He was a flirt but never a womaniser. He was everything she'd ever wanted until the overdose. The frozen blur as he'd pinned her against the wall, telling her everything would be fine in the morning. Pain shone in his eyes as she struggled against his iron grip, he didn't want to hurt her, it made it easier to escape, he was helpless, she was hopeless. ***** I was imprisoned in the bleached room, chained to every device of torture known to man. My vocal chords had rotten, the poison coursing through my veins rendering them useless. The last thing I remembered was Toby's wavering face, his chiselled features jumping in and out of focus under the bright flickering light. He was shoved roughly back as they'd tied me down, gagging me, my throat clawed at itself as they forced the snake down the writhing tunnel.
Two men visited my cell daily. One whose features melted as he stroked my hair, telling me everything would be fine if I was good, if I was lucky. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as the poison coursed through me. The other was more straightforward, the only thing he sugar coated was his plaque-ridden teeth. He smelt of vodka and disinfectant, and he never brought good news. He jabbed me with pins first, I was his breathing pincushion as he slid frozen metal across my chest. He was the one who tied my down, kept me alive on stale water and tasteless bread. Copyright 2008 Jody |
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