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Innocence Lost
#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath
Inwardly shame keeps silence
Silence the worst kind of violence
Yet she screams inside
Tells herself she's ruined
Unclean
Worthless
Begs a silent God for death
Wonders of his wrath
As you stand and do up your trousers
Looking fleetingly and without emotion simple indifference
Walking away his form blurs,
through the mask of her sadness
Finally cried when his back turned
She didn't give him the precious
gift of her tears
At least she could deny him something
She must get up
Make herself presentable
Straigtning disheveled clothing
Her dress is ripped
An accident while doing chores
She will never tell a soul
© CeJVanTassell
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath
Inwardly shame keeps silence
Silence the worst kind of violence
Yet she screams inside
Tells herself she's ruined
Unclean
Worthless
Begs a silent God for death
Wonders of his wrath
As you stand and do up your trousers
Looking fleetingly and without emotion simple indifference
Walking away his form blurs,
through the mask of her sadness
Finally cried when his back turned
She didn't give him the precious
gift of her tears
At least she could deny him something
She must get up
Make herself presentable
Straigtning disheveled clothing
Her dress is ripped
An accident while doing chores
She will never tell a soul
© CeJVanTassell
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