(rapesong)

hands crossing like angels on her watered back
her eyes shaded low & hiding in steam
there in the greyness holding her head,
an only companion a lump like a stone,
bathed in resplendent water, redemption
on the smallest scale, a mimic for something unknown,
tears unknowing in so much debris,
numbness is welcome but never arrives,
once safely removed, all wounds must arise,
seething under a gravel path of eyes,
unsympathetic, a residue world,
once inhaled deeply it cannot escape,
wetting the eyes and burning lungs below,
pimping for tears which never can flow.
			     s.r.p.
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