dirty and tattered
shredded to pieces
scattered on the floor
his hands ripped
the beige shirt
off her skin roughly
her hands brought
up to meet his
before they went limp
she scratched and clawed
at the ugly man
attempting to stop him
but her efforts failed
as he still continued
even when she went numb
her brain went black
blocking out his
nasty, calloused hands
making their way
across her sacred body
as she grimaced
how could someone
possibly enjoy this
"pleasure," tainted by blood?
her eyes went cloudy
as they closed and
she tried to forget him
dirty and tattered
shredded to pieces
scattered on the floor
her heart turned black
now filled with smoke
and she will never be the same
YOU ARE READING
pain, reality, and people
Poetrya poetry collection full of my dark and scary thoughts trigger warning lowercase intended
