THUD. THUD. THUD.
Thesoundechoing in the empty abyss of my mind.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The sound ofharmonyconfined.
In captivity of my soul I see,
faintness of my plea fade and flee.
His dirty hands reaching out to me
Like a vector injecting contagion in me.
I try to escape
Squirming and Writhing away from his filthy grip
Not able to find my solace.
Only thirteen at that time,
I became a victim to your crime.
Smack. Strike. Thwack.
In the lonely abyss of my mind,
I intend to elude from the consonance of the terror.
In the somber surrounding of distress,
Your vulgar touch kills and suppress.
I am solving the puzzle I have come to be
Due to the horror, you have inflicted upon me.
Yearning to be together and loved
Not a hint of movement
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