Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
How inhumane your desires burnt like hell
devouring every part of her delicate body
You called it love
alas! taboo, tragedy
all for what
your fetish selfish desires
that consumed you.
now left with parthed thighs
wobbling feet's and few esteem
she questions oh why me mother earth
my me!

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