Rape Poem by kharon march

There in her room she lays awake but dorment, gazing at the wall praying that it moves for her sanitys sake. Tears no longer stain her face for now alchool nurtures her pain. Internal wounds exceed the flesh, her will is broken she will never convalesce. Hell engulfs her sanctuary the place in which she dwells. She can't face the trama, she emplores god for a place to hide, she can't neglect the memory it won't cease nor subside, He stripped her of her innosence and she relenquished her pride and with that her joy slowly dwindeled...... and died. Desires of motherhood are that of the past her body can not carry a life it would not last. So now she is fractured and torn left with a love that was unborn