Warning: may have some flashbacks on sexual abuse or rape.
Her wretched body laid on the road.
She wore no format of clothing.
Her fragile body was exposed for them to see.
She didn't bother to stop them;
Her mouth couldn't project out the words.
She smiled when they touched her.
Fake.
They hovered over her,
With a belt down low
And a pleasing smile across their face.
Her face showed no tears,
yet her body was flushed.
She didn't dare respond back when their pilgrims touched.
She didn't dare move when they stopped touching her,
she was in too much shock to do so.
She didn't dare move
— no, she was too feeble.
She didn't dare run away,
For they had prisoned her.
Besides, she never did say no.
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The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]
PoetryA book of (dark) poems by me. WARNING: 15+ ONLY, TRIGGERING 10 in #darkpoems 2/01/19 5 in #fascinating 30/01/19 704 in #mentalinstitution 8/03/19 837 in #mentaldisorder 27/03/19 98 in #fascinating 18/05/19 614 in #mysterious 20/05/19
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