With all her strength
She pushed him aside.
To kick him hard
She tried.
But that beast
was unwilling to leave
With only half his feast.
His hunger was
Huge and nasty.
Demon,that he was
With hands cruel and hasty,
Towered above her,
Pinning her tight
As he slur
Cuss words to her ears,
Called her names
Which any girl fears.
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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...
