The darkness encompasses her state of presence
Agony greets her… distress is endless
Thrown to the wall… against her will
Thrown to the wall… her preference was killed
Resistance if evident… but still ineffective
Hostility toward oppression… but her fight is reflexive
Held by a man… a demon… a rapist
Who then disappeared… gone… faceless

Three quarters of a year… and a result has emerged
Hostility has vanished… vengeance purged
Vendettas are non-existent… nothing occurred by blunder
But when upbringing quickens… he begins to wonder
Who is the man in which my blood relates?
And she’s forced to say he’s gone… no trace
One day I was held down… by a demon… a rapist
Who then disappeared… gone… faceless

-Jon Chambers

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