Ripping her off in the dark
Screaming not an option
Sharp metal glistening from the light
scaping from the cracked wall
Hush, to her ear he barked
Lying on her side, stirred in motion
Heartbeat racing in full fright
wincing in each thrust that fall
Screaming not an option
Her life, more important,
Or her honor?
Hush, no sign of retribution
Only horror
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
