Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

The Beast - Poem by Kim Schilling

Floating safely above
One sees what is forgotten
Dirty claws ripping savagely
Innocent flesh torn

Inside little ones scream
Pain they have felt before
Wide-eyed they stare
Frightened of what is to come

The beast’s breath decayed and hot
His movements rough and callous
Like a ragdoll lying motionless
Her blood the only sign of life

Humiliating words impale her soul
Wishing death quickly upon herself
Knowing she is shattered and impure
The beast finishes with a snarl

Mirrors reflect innocence lost
A shell of a body filled with lost souls
Not knowing where to turn
Curled into a fetal position, rocking steadily

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  • (4/30/2008 11:27:00 PM)

    The only time in my life i have felt a womans scream! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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