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Aftermath Of Rape (Revised)

Rating: 3.3

Last summer I had opened the windows over the bed
To let in the night's breeze;
But air too still drugged me to deep sleep,
Smothering me under its dead-weight heat.

I awakened with a heavy body upon me,
With the stench of a stranger's hand upon my mouth,
And a drunken breath whispering gutturally in my ear:
Knife-prodded, it took me a minute longer
To awaken to the fact that those demands

Were from an unknown intruder
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: rape
Ron Flowers 02 August 2009

I applaud you for the courage to write about such a terrible experience. I commend you for writing it so well. God bless you Ron

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Siddharth Singh 31 July 2009

that's a very sensitive issue handled with deft touches by the poet.

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Anjali Sinha 31 July 2009

a brilliant write anjali

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Sonya Florentino 27 July 2009

oh my Lilian, this is so unimaginable but through your words I felt it and it brought me to tears...but it's the last line that really tore me a apart because I know that feeling....

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Susan Jarvis 27 July 2009

This poem is powerful and shocking. The terror; 'an urge to gag, I guard each breath/ And learn to defeat it with swallows' is all too tangible. The rawness and attempted rationale of this horrendous 'aftermath' is evident in every carefully chosen line. A poem that smacks of realism. This emotive, adeptly written piece will haunt the reader long after the final word. S: (

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Dr Antony Theodore 13 August 2018

To awaken to the fact that those demands Were from an unknown intruder Who wouldn't take no for an answer Despite how strongly delivered.- the terror finally speaks .. wonderful dear poetess. such a cruel act.. beasts of brutality in live.. they are so many here on earth....... when can mankind conquer this evil. is there a way.? ? tony

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John Mccullagh 06 November 2009

Excellent poem, a diamond of the first water.

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Is it a drama in real life or reel life? Whatever may be it but a Master Stroke…Vital-Hit to heat up anybody. Enjoyed poetically [not violence] much ten dr.sakti Cordially invite to read and comment on my poems.

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Mark Nwagwu 08 August 2009

The third stanza of this poem is apt for the study of MIND BODY BEHAVIOUR, the last frontier in the human serach to know self. Lilian you have surpassed the boundaries of the intelligible - coating fear with chewy intellect - and moved into the recesses of the human person which we can feel - I can feel it like an itch - but not know. I know we are to extract good from evil, no matter how heinous.and this work shows this magnificently - can we show evil magnificently; that is an oxymoron, but that's poetry. .

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Saadat Tahir 06 August 2009

lillian its a masterpiece....such...horror put down do well inwords...hats off to you caught my rapt attention from the word go yes you have captured the intensity and guttarall animal instinct so well cheers and ten

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