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.
Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…
Blood Never Forgets
life before the bruises
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled