Buzz covered eyes barely open.
Slurring the words spoken.
Confused by the hands
Stroking the body that can't stand.
Clothes block the way,
Protecting the feeble prey.
Not there for long,
When monster's more strong.
Caution tape couldn't stop this scene,
No one hears the thinking scream.
No one sees the slip
To secret places beyond hips.
Next morning hits the shame,
Keeps quiet to save name.
Knowledge dies in the heart,
Quietly ripping the brain apart.
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Pen To The Page
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
