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

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