Stoic

They marched in like they owned the place In uniforms, formidable and menacing Bereft, looking around with hostility Bayonets in hand, immutable in their stance They pillaged what was not theirs She was lumped in their vicious interlude So enraged was she, her body lay brittle Taken by force, abused and humiliated A reluctant starlet in a morbid sketch seeming to last forever When the men left, there was a short tenuous instant But she picked up her courage With her scattered clothes Made her way to the shore Demurely walked waist deep into the sea To wash away the last traces of disgrace Determined that their assault would not last a minute longer Chalked it up to being just another victim, another statistic Life would go on, she would turn the page Refusing to sacrifice the rest of her life With another thought of this gruesome ordeal Refusing to be a victim for a moment longer Not giving them the satisfaction Submitted on October 20, 2017 for contest EIGHT-WORD CHALLENGE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD