In the dark, I wept
while rope choked my wrists.
My blood flowed over golden sands,
to be washed away by the Celtic Sea.
No one saw;
no one came.
In the dark, I sobbed;
my stare fixed on the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I begged for the end.
No one heard;
no one came.
caused my life to vanish
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
my body stood naked and exposed
where your love left me exiled
each word I uttered, I heard your voice
A red speck fades where hands fell short
I heard you panting, groaning,