Society's W***e.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldFor anyone that has been a victim of rape, I am your brother and I will no longer whimper in the corner, be strong my darlings and live!Blisters dance across ones skin in delight, Heavy limbs lay flat on cold concrete, Open wounds seep pus and fear in equal measure, Scratch's bind broken nails in mere defeat. Failed meetings never cease to amaze the victim, Sex a horrid tool of power and dominance with men, Tremble and excite those locked doors in your mind, Pleasant does not seem to sooth or excite the pen. No strengths can help you or divide the thoughts, Taken innocence is not the issue, taken time is, They win in that moment they certainly do, Murder however is revenge and sweet in hands that wiz. Fallen pillars of the community exposed to all, Make no mistake they beat and cut us to out core, As they lay sunken in coffins lined with led, Tell yourself this, you're no longer society's w***e.
© 2016 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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20 Reviews Added on July 5, 2016 Last Updated on July 5, 2016 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more.. |

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