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for the few who need someone to understand
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath,
Pain which none should bear,
Horrendous dreams that fall unseen,
Until the moment of recognition,
She steadily waits,
Her tongue bitten till blood draws,
Silence that could last forever,
Cries that may never be heard,
All for your perverse pleasure,
You bestowed torture unrecognized,
But she is told to have hope,
She holds it close to her heart,
Knowing two things,
That fate and justice still stand,
And that pain can and will ease.


© Katie kay