I sat and watched the time tick away on the old dusty clock.
I heard someone at the door, but the door was locked.
I cleared my throat and yelled, I will be right there.
I took a quick glance in the mirror and fixed my hair.
I quickly twist the knob and swung open the door.
Without any words, my eyes begin to pour.
His hand tightens around my neck and a firm slap hit my cheek.
You better not make a sound and you better not speak.
I read those words from his lips, ringing is all I could hear from the slap.
I tried to wiggle myself free, but it was obvious I was trapped.
He pressed his mouth against mine so hard I tasted blood.
Shoving me to the floor causing my body to make a loud thud.
I laid there exactly as I fell, waiting for the next command.
he said nothing, I suddenly felt the warmth of his hands.
Spreading my legs apart and ripping away my frock.
I laid there and watched the time tick away on the old dusty clock
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Wow, that took a turn that I was not expecting. Your rhymes, imagery, and content are all fantastic! I think what would take your poetry to the next level would be to pay attention to the syllabic patterns to create a more consistent rhythm between the lines. For example, your first line is 15 syllables. If you made small adjustments to the wording of the second line, you could make it match, creating a rhythmic pattern:
“I sat and watched the time tick away on the old dusty clock.
I heard someone knock at the door, but alas, the door was locked.”
That’s just an example, but I think this is a key element that can take good poetry into the realm of outstanding poetry. 🙂