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Sara CH 3i always knew he would do it. it's why i always told you to leave. but now he's finally done it, so there's nothing more left that i can say.
there you lie, and there they found you, on the bathroom floor of the warehouse several stories below your apartment window, in that dress your husband hates. my dear Sara, you deserve so much better.
i know they've moved the body by now, so in actuality you're no longer there, but in my mind that floor will always be stained with your blood. no matter how many times they clean it, no matter how many times i try and see the floor as being clean it will always be marked with your blood. the blood of a pure and gentle soul whose only mistake was not leaving when you had the chance.
no, not really.
that's not your fault, it's mine.
i should have left when you told me to. i should have shut the window. i should have made you leave. should have dragged you away.
should have rescued you.
but i didn't.
i didn't do any of those things.
and now i'm paying
Sara CH 2anger and intoxication fill his features as he views us together; he's a ball of drunken rage.
i stopped when i heard the door open, but i couldn't get away fast enough.
he stands at the door a moment, speechless, reactionless.
you and i begin to back away, i can see your face, scared and stained with tears out of the corner of my eye, and it makes me want to tell you it's ok, you'll be alright, like i always do.
but before i get the chance he pulls the knife.
now is the time to start getting scared.
the room turns into chaos as he screams, "you dare to mess with my wife???"
of course he wants you all to himself so he can hurt you even more.
it makes me sick, and i feel i need to lecture him for this, but before i do he lunges at me, knife forward. the blade glitters as it flies through the air, i think not of myself, but of you, my dear Sara, "run, Sara!" i plead narrowly escaping the knife's fatal blow.
you move out of the way just in time and at first i believe you were g
Sara CH 1i swing in through the window and you're laying, facedown, on your bed, sobbing.
i climb in slowly, slide my arms around you and whisper, "are you ok, Sara?" Even though i know the awful answer.
you sob, turning to face me in my arms, and it's all the answer i need.
i hold you close a moment and wait for a gap in your tears, "you should leave." i remind you, like i always do.
you sob harder, "i can't." your voice is hushed and pain filled as you tell me this again. "you shouldn't be here, after what happened last time. . . i'm sure he'll find out. . it's not safe for you to be here."
you're worried about me. well i'm worried about you. and i don't care if he catches us either. the worst he could do is kill me; he already killed you.
i tell you this, this and so much more by kissing you softly on the lips.
you go limp in my arms, so used to submission it scares me.
i want to get rid of it, to make it all just go away. everything. everything that ever hurt you, all the pain you've ever f
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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