Those calls in the nights for help.

Let by-gones be gone becoming water under the bridge.

she look over the side and don’t jump because the water would hit her like concrete brick.

Hard and unrelenting tear of hard parted legs from limbs would be quite nasty as her own gown did not fit.

Sob story hurts,
the broken hymen and the flow of blood and revealing grief as an eyesore for a face.

Held back anger knew no bounds, cutting remarks go skin deep.

Under three men, Burning for vengeance, she is obese, stuffing herself till she burst, still remembering the worst.

the air was cool but the height was far, the splash was wide and no memories to roll

Gasping for air, breath unclear, she choke on words, drowning in despair.

emergency rescued her again from early death aging pre-teen.

#Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa[center][/center]