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Array ( [sid] => 113730 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => His Hands Raped [time] => 2006-01-24 21:55:44 [hometext] => i tried to put myself in the position of this girl, it ended up becoming a story-like poem about a rape.... [bodytext] => His hands, so rough
Slide against her cheek
She whimpers, she cries
He laughs and then speaks
“This won’t hurt, so please don’t scream,
Unless you want me to tell the neighbors
What a sick girl you’ve been”
She shakes her head
Hopeless and sad
“Will this be the first experience you’ve had?”
She nods and she shudders
At the thought of his hands
Up against her stomach, her thighs and
Then lands
where it hurts,
Inside and out.
She tries not to scream
as he teases and pouts,
“come on, its ok”
He tries to say
But the words come as
A blurred array
Of alcohol
And breath sweetener
and his teeth are decaying
he’s ****** her now and
his spit is spraying
over her soft delicate skin.
It doesn’t matter if he kills her
Because he’s demolished her within.
When its over she begs
“Just shoot me now”
He backs away slowly
And wipes off his brow
“You’re free to go
Stupid girl, go, Run!”
She screams in frustration
And takes hold of the gun
“You bastard! You ***hole!”
She screamed out of control.
I don’t have a reason to live anymore
And with a click and a bang she was dead on the floor
Just as the police were knocking on his door







[comments] => 7 [counter] => 552 [topic] => 39 [informant] => xxbreathlessx [notes] => Mod 9 1/25/06 Censor word due to explicet content. [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
His Hands Raped

Contributed by xxbreathlessx on Tuesday, 24th January 2006 @ 09:55:44 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



His hands, so rough
Slide against her cheek
She whimpers, she cries
He laughs and then speaks
“This won’t hurt, so please don’t scream,
Unless you want me to tell the neighbors
What a sick girl you’ve been”
She shakes her head
Hopeless and sad
“Will this be the first experience you’ve had?”
She nods and she shudders
At the thought of his hands
Up against her stomach, her thighs and
Then lands
where it hurts,
Inside and out.
She tries not to scream
as he teases and pouts,
“come on, its ok”
He tries to say
But the words come as
A blurred array
Of alcohol
And breath sweetener
and his teeth are decaying
he’s ****** her now and
his spit is spraying
over her soft delicate skin.
It doesn’t matter if he kills her
Because he’s demolished her within.
When its over she begs
“Just shoot me now”
He backs away slowly
And wipes off his brow
“You’re free to go
Stupid girl, go, Run!”
She screams in frustration
And takes hold of the gun
“You bastard! You ***hole!”
She screamed out of control.
I don’t have a reason to live anymore
And with a click and a bang she was dead on the floor
Just as the police were knocking on his door











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Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by Petznick on Tuesday, 24th January 2006 @ 11:13:47 PM AEST
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wow, unbelievable imagery in this piece. you've created two characters that are so realistic in your words even though they don't have names, great work
lates
JP


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by OzChick on Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 01:05:41 AM AEST
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This is so powerful and extremely well written.
Very descriptive and emotional.
Bravo!
~Jenny~


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 06:07:03 AM AEST
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Excellent piece!! Well written
Jenni


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by JordonsBaby17 on Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 11:21:03 AM AEST
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wow. i almost cried! this is such a good poem! wow...


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 12:17:11 PM AEST
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Powerfully written.


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by Poetic_Influence on Wednesday, 25th January 2006 @ 01:57:41 PM AEST
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nice write, but then eding shoudlnt have been like that, i would have liked it if she shot him instead of herself, because why let a man take u down


Re: His Hands Raped (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Monday, 30th January 2006 @ 07:26:20 PM AEST
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The whole idea of rape disgusts me, I have written about the same subject myself.
You have conveyed this vile crime in a very striking way

Steve




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