His sharp kisses travel down my face
Down my neck
And further still
I hold a sob within
His coarse hands wander up my scarred legs
Up my thighs
Not stopping
I try to push him away
His hand collides with my bruised face
Onto the floor I am thrown
A rag doll of flesh
Roughly, my body caressed
My pleas for this to cease go unheard
Deafened by his moans of pleasure
Guided are my hands
This pain, I shouldn’t have to cope with
My feeble body pushes away, I must escape
Once again
I crash to the floor
My short reign of defense, battered
Screams remain silent
Through louder still
His hands wander with joyous sin
Tears drop to the floor
Unseen by his own cold eyes
It hurts
Help



edit: ive never been raped, the events in my life arent worth writing about.
i take what other people say and then try to make a poem out of it. if it
bothers anyone that i write about this topic when never experiencing it, let
me know and i'll delete it.
thanks.

oh yes, and shelly, i appreciate your concern, thanks again. :)
 
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