Rape Poem by Tiffany Saxon

Dark clouds rise in the skies with the high pitch
of loud thunder
Even the old to the young can't escape the destruction
of society's outrageous plunder.
Shredded clothes,
Aching bones,
and ripped souls leaves physical impressions of a
story untold.
Desperation of ejaculation
Thrusting in penetration
With dismal elation from unwanted relations.
The sounds of....
Please!
Help!
Stop!
and No! , comes from the voice of one's own
devastating complications.
Desperate is she to find the exit to the world
of escape.
Being backed into a corner with..
Fears
Tears
and memorable years when one has experienced
the world called 'Rape'.