Treasure Island

Anand Brown


Be Strong


Don't hear the sudden stop of their van.
Don't see them approach like blood thirsty jackals.
Don't feel the gun against your head.
Don't think of where you are going.
Don't look at your current location.
Don't feel them push you onto the ground.
Don't feel the thorns grab hold of your back.
Don't feel them tear off your clothes.
Don't feel your muscles go into spasm.
Don't think of the air leaving your lungs.
Don't feel their hungry thrusts into you.
Don't feel your flesh tear.
Don't think of your mumbled prayers.
Don't feel their warm semen drip onto your abdomen.
Don't hear their laughs and mockery.
Don't feel their saliva on your face.
Don't smell the scent of your innocence vanish.

Just be strong.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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