Dark clouds rise in the skies with the high pitch <br />of loud thunder <br />Even the old to the young can't escape the destruction <br />of society's outrageous plunder. <br />Shredded clothes, <br />Aching bones, <br />and ripped souls leaves physical impressions of a <br />story untold. <br />Desperation of ejaculation <br />Thrusting in penetration <br />With dismal elation from unwanted relations. <br />The sounds of.... <br />Please! <br />Help! <br />Stop! <br />and No! , comes from the voice of one's own <br />devastating complications. <br />Desperate is she to find the exit to the world <br />of escape. <br />Being backed into a corner with.. <br />Fears <br />Tears <br />and memorable years when one has experienced <br />the world called 'Rape'.<br /><br />Tiffany Saxon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rape-11/
