My Spirit
My Spirit
My spirit clings to these forest trees,
seeking the help and revenge that I need.
Underneath them he greedily took me with his filthy body,
leaving me bleeding between my knees.
Hours later I died,
leaving few if any leads.
My spirit whispers for help still
within the leaves of these hardwood trees.
I was pleading for help as loud as I could,
while he was planting deep in me his family seed.
My pleas, echo in soft whispers
as the wind blows through the green leaves.
This is a ghost/horror poem about a young girl's spirit haunting the trees in a forest. She
was raped of her virginity and her girlhood by a disgusting man under the trees. Hours later
she died. This is her story telling of the echoes that still can be heard, if you listen carefully.
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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