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My Spirit
My spirit clings to these trees,
Seeking the revenge I need.
Underneath them he greedily took me,
leaving me bleeding between the knees.
Hours later I died,
leaving few if any leads.
My spirit whispers for help still
within the leaves of these trees.
I was pleading for help,
while he was planting deep in me his seed.
My pleas, echo in soft whispers
as the wind blows through the green leaves.
This is about the haunting a girl's spirits in the trees of a forest, where her virginity was
taken when a man raped her. Hours later she died. Her pleas for help can still be heard if
you listen. This is a horror and ghost poem.
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