Out in the corner, between a crumbling a crevice
Hands seeped in dust from the roof above
Straightening the brim of her taxi-cab-hat
And sobbing insider her Chapel so wronged
Fledgling of the Eve, so cold and tender
Finding warmth in such a fresh sight
Lovers in the street, their lips pink and slick
Lead her away from tonight’s hasty flight
They dance like the Muses under the poles
Which spit out the lights that make laughter shine
Like bunnies playing tag, they scurry and scurry
With Celestial blessing, they’re soon intertwined
His nose in her highlights, her cheek on his chest
Is clammy, damp with November’s life
Like little Vogue cutouts on a newspaper’s skin
In a place so barren, they somehow survive
Nodding, smiling with her eyes crinkled thin
Only twenty-one yet the years swim so fast
Leaving behind a day full of soreness
And the fact that his bed can kill
Huddling forward, knees below the eyes
She’s struggling to keep this beauty alive
Solace, surrounding this sleet-sheeted sleep
While her wilted vagina heals
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SilverScent: I agree with picturebroken, the descriptions are so delicate and somewhat beautiful the harsh reality of rape is quite muffled. I don't know if it was your intention to sugar coat something horrific, but that's how it came off to me. Thanks for sharing. on July 19, 2006 11:30 AM
QhBaRrElChIc: Very VERY beautiful. For me personally as I was reading this it was taking me through a series of heartbreak and hope. I don't have a favorite verse it was all so very very beautiful! Great job! on July 18, 2006 11:34 PM
picturebroken: i didnt get rape out of this at all...
wow. every peice of this poem is beautifully worded and intertwined. i find it funny that the best writers on this website dont get much feedback(usually). but wow...just, beautiful. i cant critique. on July 18, 2006 10:21 PM
Balla3babe: omg she sounds so raped :( worst thing ever on July 18, 2006 1:11 AM
