Rape |
by abbya |
He lured me to his striking den Teased and flattened like his hen I am stabbed with his stingray barb, Pride voided despite guarded gab His dynamite blasts opens my treasure And rose garden in agonizing pleasure What will wash away this fatal error And keep me from this gangrene terror Will time’s scalpel this anxiety and fear? Will time wash off this violent tear? |