The Rape Victim
I feel the tinge of pain again.
No,it isn't the wounds that hurt,
But everything else-
The look of sarcasm,
The look of disgust,
The silence of loneliness,
The winds of abandonment,
The occasional frown,
The nameless torture,
The unwanted shameful fame,
The experience of impaired humanity.
As I feel the rope tightening round my neck,
I enjoy the painful bliss;
I pass into the unknown-
Nameless.
Weak.
Stripped of respect,
Of dignity,
Of all things human.
Copyright © Suze Suze | Year Posted 2017
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