Poem -

Red petals

Red petals

Is man here
    Or is beast 
 Like mosquitoes on the flesh 
       Walking behind you
               Buzzing 
   And touching you
                Feeding 
          Inside of you
                Licking 
      On top of you
                Tasting 
           Then stillness 
          Of promiscuity 
    Promises promises 
         Screams 
      Hands upon the thrust 
             Throat and 
                    Rape 
                        In 
                   Stillness 
                She that lay  
                    Once a beautiful garden 
     With red petals 
             Now a withered being 
       Upon a street scene 
                      Grey and wet city 
        

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Jai Masters

Thank you Lisa; 

i hope this abuse can stop. 

Kind rgs Jai:) 

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Deborah Evans

Hi  Jai  A Strong piece it shouts out 
Stop Abuse but also it is written 
poetically  with  a sadness running through 
the lines 
A  great write ​​​​​​​
Best wishes Debs 

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Jai Masters

Thanks Debs; abuse is rife and more needs to be done; too little too late for many sadly. 

Enjoy the festive season, hot here!, is it snowing your way? 

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