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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs No sound, comes out Silent, curdling screams Is, all I have left, now I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might While, being forced down By the mighty strength, of many men The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime Embed, in my senses Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke! Their hands, all over me Constantly grabbing and groping me Hollering and cheering each other on Then, someone punches me Someone, I cannot see A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides! I can’t breathe, now! Many heavy handed blows, follow In a blurry haze I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter Upon the snow white sheets, that surround My sacred blood spilled My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava Lulling into a translucent, entranced state Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body My body fighting, for its God given right To live, now! My life flashes before my eyes The sounds around me begin to fade My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp My body betraying me, when I need her the most! Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own “Have mercy upon these souls” “Please forgive these men, as I do, now “My love remains with you, heavenly Father” Blackened tears of jet black mascara Weave their way down Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb! My innocence and dignity stripped! No one, can save me, the worst is done! Bashed, beaten, worn I am nothing, no more...

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Date: 3/22/2013 4:45:00 PM
wow...deep and painful...LInda
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Amy Rose
Date: 3/23/2013 4:10:00 PM
Being raped, has left an imprint deep, within.Writing this poem helps me accept what I cannot change. To create something positive from a traumatic experience, out of my control, to regain my inner power & dignity, back. This experience has taught me a lot of life skills, that will last me a lifetime. Thank you for reading my poem & commenting. I appreciate your feedback Linda :)