In that room,
On that night
Unspeakable things happened
In silence,
She was violated
Lost her innocence.
Defiled by two boys
Young, nubile, her age
Desecrated, Defiled, Disrespected.
Left empty, polluted, contaminated.
In that room.
In that room,
On that cold cold night,
Homeless and desperate,
She gave up her rights
On that single bed
On that rock-hard
Stained mattress
With no sheets
They poked, probed, prodded
Thrust, plunged, lunged
Pinched her young breasts
Put their filthy hands
Around her throat.
Kneed her legs apart
Forced themselves onto her
Taking turns, several times,
And when
the first light appeared
Kicked her out
Of that room.
©LindaKibombo
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