I pushed through.
Her visage reflecting in my eyes.
Her tears resembling my impotence.
Vain masculinity.
Beholding her pain writhing body.
My soul drenched in her blood.
Battling her soulful cries.
I raped her.
I didn't tear her hymen.
I tore her dignity, her zeal to live.
soulful cries, rape incidents- finely described, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
vry vry deep..........nice one bhaiyaa.......