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Trudging Into Tomorrow
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Poetry about Rape
I'd like to take
a blade to my eyes
to scrape away
the images I've seen
before I slide it
down, down, down
over my creamy white skin
in my removal of
all the pain in
my arteries dressed
as red wine
when it's tainted blood
flowing through me
simply to keep me
hostage with its
relentless circulation stirring
every sense of
my being until
once again I'm
alive with my body,
but it forgets
it can't make
me feel alive
with quality as
I yearn for
my broken internality
to be healed in
my attempt of...
trudging into tomorrow.
