Down my skin tight neck,
And past my breasts,
Comes his heavy breath,
Peeking in my virgin ear,
Challenging me with the slightest sounds,
Of him being here
A nightmare that reappears,
Something skin clutching,
Ones inner self would disappear
He grips me across my chest,
And apart he tears
Braking ribs to make it there,
I do nothing but stare into a blank silence
As he tells my broken heart to come here...
My ribs on the ground
there's no repair
Aware that my heart is taken
But the smell of him
is no longer in the atmosphere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tremendous. Very well written. Wonderful poem.