The orange of the flame
Could never stop
My hate for you;
But I can try.
The silver blade
I drag across flesh
Could never cease
The sheer agony;
But I can wish.
The endless screams
And cries of a tortured
Girl, stuck between
Her parents and her rapist...
They can never be undone.
You cannot pretend
They didn't escape me;
But you can bluff.
Your hopeless,
Pathetic attempts
At begging my forgiveness...
Can never be had.
I cannot be bought;
And you cannot succeed.
A brief poem about the aftermath of a rape.
Comments
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So sad, but you wrote it so wonderfully. I think you did a great job hun. I liked the lines of the fire and blade. Keep up the amazing writes.
Much love
~~Tori~~
p.s. glad to see you writing, it's been so long since I saw something new.
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