Special Victim
She's breaking
quickly with each passing moment.
Her hands are shaking
for he is potent.
She's crying
as softly as a sleeping baby.
Her mind was blurred as she was lying
there, she was only hoping for safety.
She's bleeding
but now he was gone.
Before she had just been reading
but now she slowly slid on her nylon.
This poem is about:
Our world