Standing alone
the room around
turn around
and get hit
rips and tears
no more cloths
his fist in me
my throat
my innocence
taken
the first cry
many more
pass out
but no stop
he keeps shoving
wake up
blood everywhere
and no one
just the room
the room around
and I'm ruined
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my innocence nice meditative poem