Warm, putrid breath on my face,
Of any sign of contrition, there was no trace.
I looked into cold, searing eyes,
Oh lord no please, but he heard not my cries.
My mind raced in panicked desolation,
My attacker and I, alone in isolation.
The pain the humiliation that I felt,
Would never fade from my mind, would never melt.
I turned away in disgust to hide my shame,
What was lost in this time of trial, would never be again.
It was mine; it was never his to be taken,
I pray that his soul may be forsaken.
For the scales of justice may never be seen,
For I am Mother Earth and I am unclean.
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