RAPE

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I wrote this poem quite a few years ago. In honor of all rape and incest victims, I try to post it every April.

Ripped apart, body, mind, and soul…

Acutely aware of humanity’s degradation…

Present in body only, for spirit must flee…

Experiencing what it must be like to be buried alive.

Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, April 19, 2023, 12:00 p.m.

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I'm a poet, author of short stories and comedic shorts, blogger-obviously, and songwriter. I've also published on smashwords.com-I love to cook, love crafting, and I very much enjoy homemaking, clothing design, the outdoors and gardening-to mention just a few.

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