walking up to the 2nd floor
apartment 107 is locked
the flashing lights have stopped
they no longer call for the men
who raped me within
106 was open though
I found her in my madness
reclining in such sadness
beaten down by abuse
eyes stared at me familiarly
109 and 110 secured as well
leading me to the 3rd level
the black ladder of death
is cemented there in dirty carpet
tempting me to climb again
"I don't want this."
"I want to live!"
retreating to the bottom
down a spiral staircase
I rush back in to 007
turning into a child again
mom lifts me in
to a freshly drawn bubble bath
I am warm once more
away from the door
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