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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I behold the rose in bloom, and I cry, I weep and I wail, then I sigh. As the night draws in, my painful thoughts begin to wake, I retreat into my mind and with fear I do shake. Your clammy hand on my neck, your touch just like lead, I close my eyes so you will go, you bury further in my bed. I know I’m worthless, but please do not hurt, And I try not to scream as you begin to insert. The deed almost done, your sneer of disgust, Your toes curl as we prepare for the final thrust. You roar with delight, I exhale with relief, My virginity now taken by a wretched old thief. The memory still haunts, and the damage goes on, I unravel the silk cloth that my knife lays upon. Slowly but surely destruction is on its way, I fear for my soul, but my body must pay. Anticipation takes hold, and the blade does its work, I press firmly down, blood appears with a jerk. Is this the pleasure I've longed to have? And a voice deep within screams "YES! ONE MORE JAB". I am so frail, my young flesh so weak, I can not go on, for my virginity he did seek. The cold steel blade tattoos my white maiden flesh, And the untouched skin becomes like wheat for the thresh. I must abate, I must restrain, This is the only way I mask the pain. My eyes glaze over, my body feels weightless, Each stroke is a prayer, and every cut a caress. The guests have arrived, my relief has been fleeting, He stands there staring, my heart is beating. He looks at me inquisitively, mouth gaping, And my mother knows not that her brother likes raping. His gaze upon me, I'm his gift to unwrap, He would rip me open and toss me like scrap. I wish he would vanish and leave me in peace, But his lust won’t be sated, and on me he would feast. My legs are so withered, and my wheelchair’s a cage, I wish that man in the Skoda didn’t have road rage. I guess I should be grateful I can’t feel a thing, But my mind is alive and every inch of him stings. He gives me a present and pretends to be nice, But don’t be fooled, it comes at a price. He wheels me outside for a fresh of breath air, When no one is watching he sniffs at my hair. I wish I could lash out with my thin spastic legs, But they are as useful as ice-cube clothes pegs. I hope my diary doesn’t land in the wrong hands, And if you’re reading this now then I’ve suck-cummed to his plans. - Anonce
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