She sat huddled in a corner
staring at the pool of blood
between her aching skinny legs.
Her large eyes vacant and dry
her trembling body tattered and torn
and her soul, bruised and ridden to dust.
Her childhood innocence crushed
by someone’s scavenging lust
someone she was taught to trust.
He ripped her veil
and shamed her forever
violating her with a single thrust.
Alone, in the shadows of her
She tried in vain to wipe forever
the events of the night
her chilling screams.
Her heart, pregnant with
Slowly she closed her swollen eyes
and shut herself to the
rising shame and fear
Too scared to speak
too hurt to cry
as the mist began to clear
They found her body in the morn
along with her clothes
bloodstained and torn.
And beside her tender fragile frame
was written in her blood in shame
a single word that said it all
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