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Soulful Cries

By: Spirit Of Freedom

Page 1, Autobiographical

 

I scream, at the top of my lungs

No sound, comes out

Silent, curdling screams, is all I have left, now

I wrestle; I fight with all my physical might

While being forced down by the strength of many men

The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime, embed in my senses

Their ghastly hot breathes; making me want to puke!

Their hands constantly grabbing and groping my body

As they holler and cheer each other on

Then...someone punches me, someone I cannot see

A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth

Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying my insides!

 

I struggle to breathe, now

 

Many heavy handed blows, follow

In a blurry haze, I watch my scarlet red blood splatter

Upon the snow white sheets that surround

My salty tears mix in with sticky men’s semen

My body a raging torrent of scorching hot lava

As I lull into a translucent, entranced state of being

Involuntarily surrendering into the primal, animalistic frenzy

The men feasting on me in greed, devouring each morsel of my weak and weary body

My body fighting for her God given right, to live!

My life flashing before my eyes, the sounds around me fade

My eyes glazing over, my tears have run dry, my body goes limp

My body betraying me, when I need her most!

Silently I pray, for this is not my will but their own

Blackened tears of jet black mascara weave their way down

Through the bloody crevasses of my black and blued skin

My body used up, a lifeless vessel

No one is here to save me, the worst is done!

Bashed, beaten and worn

I am nothing no more....

 

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