Autopsy of a Broken Soul
She was found in a room closely resembling her own
Covered in bruises she didn't remember getting.
Legs stuck to the bed, knowing they should move but not knowing how
Arms spread like she was Jesus, or maybe, just maybe, she was surrendering to someone.
While he was stealing the most sacred parts of her,
Did she beg him to stop with every fiber of her being?
Did she plead with him to at least spare her life?
Did she even get the chance?
I wonder what the coroner found when he cut her open
I bet he found a graveyard of butterflies built up in the pit of her stomach.
Bet he found fires erupting from the rope burns on her wrists
Found prayers trapped in her lungs.
Did he know that girl was a fighter?
Did he know that girl was me?












