Thursday, March 3, 2011

SHE WAS RAPED


At night, when all she could see
was the strange spectrum of light
the deafening silence brought her to that day...

she did all her might to fight
but then...

she was raped.

None had seen how she kissed...
She bitterly kissed the lips of Lucifer;
two cryptic maniacs oppressed
Her and Her allness

Terrifying visions of her horror
float like slivers of chains
attaching her crimson-stained innocence
The fall of her poor
soul...

The gross piggish crime
committed by the swines
caged her to a place....
the bruises....
The Bruises of Mercy.....

and so i was told
it was a place ...
a place where her screams
unfolded....
inaudibly...
even to the ears of her lame....
lame, weakening will...

My poor beloved Domestic Worker
she travelled the vagaries of bitter,
stinging streams...
health-hazardous dreams...

She stayed that way
for nine months
until the day;
the seed that the swines implanted
in her unready uterus
grew and was ready
to come out and be a part
of the humanity....

She broke her silence....

Help, love and care came
but her pain internally
will never be forgotten...
Always...
it will remain...
in her veins...
in her brain...

At night, when all she could see
was the strange spectrum of light
the deafening silence brought her to that day....

and all she could do
was cry.....

She was raped.

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