The Descend
By Trichotillomaniac
Her face is naive, simple and sweet
Her delicate features, never jaded or touched
She doesn't feel the cold brush
As fingers linger on her stomach
Chest and thigh
Her smile lingers, trying to catch his eye
Her body shivers, and her body freezes
He ignores the request and does as he pleases
Tears well in her eyes, but she daren't move
Her fear wraps 'round her, strangling at the throat
Her mind feels blank, he continues to gloat.
His words vile, poision to her lips
A shock through her body, as his hand moves down her hips
Her mouth opens, a cry should be heard
Her voice is dry, only a squeak can emerge
This is the end, she thinks, as a zipper is undone,soon it'll finish, soon
I'll be gone.
He doesn't stop, he forces her onto the floor
Her body now violated,her soul broken and torn
Her face now white, eyes dark as black
Her life has ended, she can never go back.
Comments on "The Descend"
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On Monday, September 8, 2003, The Fallen Angel
(235) wrote:
This evil...the innocence stolen...metaphorically i can relate to this wicked write!+Fallen One+
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A former member wrote:
very nice write. you are a great adition to DP.