Her world was vale of tears.
She was silently in fears.
Couldn't utter the bruises of years.
Like a punching bag she bears.

After bottles of beers.
All frustrations was stormed on her
Her emotions scatters
Shedding blood of pains shatter.

Broken she lies weak
Week of whips without bleak
In hardship she was brutally raped
By a brute who exult in moaned.

By:Melvey koka (the surgical poet)
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Sonador (the dreamer)
© Melvey koka