Violent hands on innocent flesh
Cold, dark eyes taking all to be had
Ragged breaths on virgin ears
Unwanted attention, words unheard of
Searing pains, searching hands
Fear unknown, screams unheard
No one there, nothing to help
Anger boiling—flesh tearing
Screams of pain now, no pleasure
…sometimes I wonder,
does he even remember?
Author notes
Another Razz production. This has everything to do with a story that will be posted in a little while.
Written February 4th, 2005
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OMG, this is just gut-wrenchingly painful! Especially the last two lines. He remembers. Oh, I know how hard it can be, but karma will repay him all that pain some day.
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So sad a poem...poor Razz,Amy and a few others have been through the same thing.Shes not alone in this...we should have a support group for them.
ish a powerfull poem sis..

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