NO ONE

She was calling, crying, howling, sighing,

but no one heard her cry

with no friends, family, very bitter reality

the society turned a blind eye

‘Make it I must, got no one to trust

in rain and sun she toiled

but nice, nice try, nice push, if you must

with no family, the society scoffed

Twas’ a fateful day, or so the tales do say

walking after long hours of toil

the sons of Hades, perverted in a Mercedes

stared and ground to a halt

‘She’s pretty’, he said, ‘and lonely’, he said

today’s our lucky day

Let’s feed our lust, thrust after thrust

surely she won’t say nay

She screamed and screamed, and screamed and screamed

But two overpowered the one

And so defile her they did, yes defile her they did

And poured their gunk in her core

‘Why me’, she cried, pain burned inside

and burned for days and nights

‘end it I must, got no one to trust

this curse won’t see past dusk’

Fateful was the night her senses and hope in flight

she did and would do no more

for what was found, neatly in a mound

the fruits of an overdose at dawn.

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