I feel it break
As it begins to drip down my leg
My innocence
My legs shake
Tears begin to fill my eyes
I can no longer see
My mind is empty
My thoughts are pointless
How does someone get pleasure from this
Does the misery bring joy
or does the pain bring laughter
Maybe consent offers something extra
Im scared to try it again
Maybe it won't be any better
Broken flesh
Dripping blood
Screams of torment
Laughter of pride
Soon it's over
Now it's done
Innocence taken
Misery's gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful poem. I am so sorry. I love the concept.