The Reaping of Innocence
The Rape
I met this girl she was tall and walk like a gladiator,
but she was not there when I needed her.
He - let stick to I- had been walking all night now it was dawn
and I was very tired, young people too get tired.
By the road a labourers’ cabin the door was not locked and
I went in sat by bench and fell asleep. When I awoke three men
were leering at me, they were of the type that become guards
at prisoners´ camp and are the willing executioners of tyranny
and killers o innocence and beauty. I tried to get away,
but they pinned me, face down, on the table. Yes they raped me
and to make the passage smooth they smeared my rectum with
yellow margarine.
Blindly I ran down hill came to a brook dived into it tried to clean
myself, and on the surface came semen, blood, **** and pearls of
margarine. Sat on a stone in the sun, knew I could not tell anyone
about this shame that had happened to me; and worst of all when
raped I had an involuntary ********. I had been a victim of rape,
yet it took long before I could forgive myself
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