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| Daniel Murtagh Photograph Visual prompt by Magpie Tales |
It was long ago
half a world
and a third of a lifetime
away
but in the night
too new.
She had been
drugged
it was a blessing
they said
she could not recall
but
the night remembers.
Her body
would curl
as if still bound
her fists clenched
wrists together
tied
she would scream.
The night always remembered
she hated sleep
releasing her mind
to the night
she was drugged
bound
and raped.
J. Binford-Bell
October 2016
Oh my goodness, that's dark but excellent nevertheless.
ReplyDeletea very poignant poem, rape is indeed the most heinous crime.
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