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
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
Dear Father
never hear you tell me you loved me
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
