A Damsel In Distress
Objection! My lord...
Thank you My lord...
An innocent vessel
Bound and raped
A blemish on her
Destruction of a well kept
F L O W E R
My colleague interrogated
Called it a pleasure
A painful pleasure My lord
What pleasure lies
Amidst pains and extreme
pains?
What is there to enjoy?
Why didn't scream?
What a tool of quest
To employ on a poor damsel?
S C R E A M!
The culprit hands dispensed
Punches for her shoulders
Her mouth dropped
The idea of scream
Surging and cutting inside
Her thigh bleeds from within
To the law she has come
Her stretched hands to save
And the grace of her blindness
I rest my case My lord...
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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