Rape

whispers of heat clouds if cold
movies to cry pens to write the soul
memories of lines cars ice cream and control
lies are told to protect
music loud to drown the slaps and rape
hitch and no-where to run now and ever
the last wish
I was never born or lived

by Sharron Stephenson

Comments (4)

Very narrative..... Like this line If you love me, lets run away
Brilliant piece of work....
a lonlely dream with words to pin with love good (bold) to read and read
speechless is the word that defines my state of mind.