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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2229728
I is speaking against rape.
When the hymen is burglarized
Hell matriculate into the holy temple unclothed
Sins flows my body like fire flickers
Screaming in total silence
My temple succumb to his will.

Elegantly, My eyes bleed hatred and blush
Tears flow with greive as I plead
It was only a moment to you but a tattoo sculpted in my head
Like a bruce that can't be heal

You broke every part of me with every thrust you took which left a hidden hell.
It has alters the way I feel and act
I live as a ghost because you lived in my reflection

I feel that I no longer have a privacy because it has been invaded and society has nothing to say.
You are my gruesome reality that
can't be undone nor repaired.
A horror picture painted as a reminder of my past to haunt my future.

They're just dark memories running through my vines making me stronger. your hands are no longer on my mouth. I will speak up for every other me
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