#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...