December 5, 2012

Pretty Maids III

By W.R.R.

It shines, dancing in the light
smooth porcelain, sharp edge
watch it sway
in shaking hand
Little kisses, tiny red mouths open
fade and swim, unfocused gaze
the chorus joins
like pretty maids
all in a row
Red mouths open
notes drip with need
to sing of pieces lost
Tap the fount
coax it free
to rain upon
what once was me

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 3/30/1994
For all survivors of any form of rape or abuse; you are not alone. Speak out. Find your path to healing.

Child sex trafficking rings are real and they exist in all countries of the world. These monsters use living children to make disgusting films and photos, to sell to other monsters. They use children to hurt other children, and the guilt and shame can kill. It will still exist… these children will still suffer… whether you choose to know it or not. Please don’t look away. Knowledge is power, power to save the lives of children.

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About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.
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