With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.
Clammy hands
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.
With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.
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Sparkling Emerald Eyes
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place