Why, the act itself, naked before me

Burning away micro-atoms that lust,

It’s an endless pit of excessive worry.

My soul left to die in this fiery dust.

For we who have experienced a rape –

It shifts and lingers as a bad odor,

By the nape of rape, I cannot escape.

Our dimensional windows appear closed forever.

Rape is an anguish of the heart, a barricado.

It sustains, every endured agony,

It brings forth grief, woe, and pain, bravado.

It is my garden of Gethsemane.

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