Ahead he dark path lighted
By the trusting strangers face.
I go, taking his side,
Why should I fear?
We turn and the the strike,
Beaming hard and true.
He takes up my form,
Crumpling into hiding places.
Fabrics torn and tossed aside,
Soft innocent flesh exposed.
Rough hands explore and virgin form,
Savage force harms injured person.
Hours later damaged I rise,
Friendly savagery now sleeping.
I take up arms of life for sweet revenge.
Thanks for direction.
A contest entry
- Rape[&&Disgrace] by WishMeAway--x.
450 points, ended May 27, 2007, 22 entries
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god, really good and really sad. trusting stranger, the way that sounds and goes into the poem so perfectly has blown me away.
thanks for telling your story
♥Chaos -
Wow... I really don't know what to say.
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wow. that is crazy good.
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