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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Force. Two, They are two Heavy and strong On my top. Their hands covering my mouth I can't even Scream, STOP. Numb, My body Is numb. Legs, Shaking. Shaking because of The Unpleasant orgasm. The abdomen is paining, I feel the spasm. I've lost power. I am defunct. Enervated. And, helpless. Lying, One is still, On top, Pushing. He's heavy and strong. My eyes, frozen. I look at the fan, I feel nothing I feel dead, Still numb. They see me, They grab my face, Violently I don't try to steal the gaze. I don't move I don't cry For The miseries, The Woes I feel nothing Not even my Palms My toes Cigarette One smokes A cigarette. Burns me, On my breast. But, it hurts less. Less than the Burns they Are giving me On my core, And, My crest. He's done. He enjoys his triumph He takes a knife, And cuts my wrists It's bleeding, He again, sucks my tits Smile, He smiles I can not forget, that evil curved smile They left, They closed my file. My legs, still spread, My eyes, widen, in fear. I touch my face,I Feel no pain, Death is near. Locked, Locked are the intended eyes. Coiled are the hair And flicks. Smudged is the mascara With tears And, the heart, Heart is left with The patches of fear. The red lipstik, I was happy to wear, Has fused with the Blood on face, The same lipstik, Now feels to me, The biggest disgrace. Broken. Broken is something, Inside me. but What? A lady? A daughter, Or an innocent soul? Is it because of My human role? ICU, I am lying, With a million tubes and syringes Only a few breathes left, And i'll be out of all fringes. Felony, They say it's my felony. They smash me With a thousand calumnies. They, The neighbors, The unknown. The inhuman souls. Why couldn't i feel the misogyny? Coming home at Ten in night, They ask, Was i out of my mind? Was i? When i didn't run When i saw the red blooded eyes. When i opened the wardrobe And chose my Black Bodycon? I could have done something I could have won. My eyes, are closing, I see the dark Calling me forever. I wish i don't get raped Out there. I wish there's some humanity left And there's no one there Who stares ~Apoorva
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