That dreadful night
That changed her life.
Which snatched away
All her inner light,
Hovers around her
Like a sharp knife.
Everytime
Her clothes were ripped,
She protested.
But her arms were
Firmly gripped.
When roamed over her nakedness,
His demonic eyes with lust and lure.
Resisted
Every particle of her.
She yelled hard
But the area was deserted.
On her soft skin
Brutal force was asserted.
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
