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[title] => Raped By The Devil
[time] => 2008-06-01 16:44:55
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[bodytext] => Please note that this poem is a work of fiction. She was just an ordinary girl With a friendly attitude and bubbly personality Always the life of the party Her friends all looked up to her, for she embodied all the things they wanted to be There was hardly any reason for her to be afraid in her safe little world How could she even contemplate the pain and horror that was about to unfurl? It started out innocently enough at first She was out with her friends, partying and dancing When she decided to take a break And went to buy a drink to slake her thirst On the way to the bar she bumped into a man who seemed ever so charming and handsome She smiled and purchased her drink And as she passed that man again he gave her a cheeky wink He approached her and started to speak They conversed for quite a while When the girl had emptied her glass The man gave a sly smile And said, 'Would you like me to get you another drink?' She returned the smile and replied 'Why yes, that was nice of you to ask' Alas the poor girls innocent Naïveté created a mask For this man to hide behind He found that he could lie and pretend to be kind Just pretend to be civilized And she won't mind giving up her time But it was more than time that he had on his mind He KNEW that he was about to commit a horrific crime But he didn't care, to him she was just another body he could use It wasn't his fault that she was too stupid to see through his ruse As the club was getting ready to close They left together Strolling briskly in the crisp early morning weather Walking on the side walk obscured by darkness Cast by the giant sky scrapers that rose up The man grabbed the girls hand and said ' Come with me, I know a short cut' He directed her on to a path which Turned into a small alleyway The girls gut instinct told her to get away She tried to pull out of his grasp But his iron vice hold made her gasp He slammed her body against the wall Holding her against it so she couldn't move at all He screamed at her "what the ***** do you think you're doing *****?" And before she could make a sound he covered her mouth with a wet kiss He forced himself upon her that night With the knowledge that what he was doing wasn't right And when he had finished he disappeared out of sight When the girl left the scene she looked an awful fright With her clothes all askew and her disheveled hair You'd think someone would've noticed her distress But if they did they chose to ignore it because they didn't care She went home and into her room Full of heavy hearted hopelessness Turned off the light Kept her emotions shut up tight She soon became a portrait of gloom She couldn't eat Couldn't sleep And when people tried to talk to her, she didn't speak A shadow of her former self She soon fell into ill health Her weight started to deteriorate And she ended up with a severe eating disorder Her parents were mortified, but there was nothing they could do to help their daughter She was going through her own personal hell Just an empty shell She knew she wasn't well But still she refused to tell Her parents, in their dismay Decided to send her away To a peaceful place where she could stay And work on returning to her former self There she would find people who would try to help And she would try to speak of the inner pain she felt One day she will be as she was before All she needs to do is unlock that closed door. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Drunken_Koala [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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