Poem -

When innocence is stolen

abused and beaten, trampled under feet

no shelter from the scorching heat

the burn of their hatred, charred her soul

the menace of their intent, left her heart, a hollow hole

despite the pain that wrecked her thigh

she was determined to stay alive 

those boys had ruined her

left her for dead 

the back of their truck

was meant as a bed

the fury of their lust 

made her golden character to rust

she wanted revenge 

she wanted retribution 

brutal enough to serve as execution 

this scar, she is forced to bare across her life

the horror of it all made her wish to be buried alive 

the malice in their eyes

the stench of their sweat

the bitter words that they had said 

all she knew is: they had to pay 

and one day will be that day 

she will have to track them down 

these animals who had stolen her crown 

as blood seeps through her hair 

ragged and worn, there she lays bare 

he breath betrays her, her resilience defeated

by her oncoming demise

and along with it, all thoughts of revenge 

dies

her life slips away slowly as she takes her final breath

revenge means nothing when you're in the face of death

By Eden Van der Nest 

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