October 19, 2008
By Brooke Raphalian, Short Hills, NJ

He does not listen, she does not say “yes”
The victimized fawn is not given
A voice.
Bastard will not stop. She will not give him
The satisfaction of crying.
She is not weak.
She does not grimace as they become one.
He does not look her in the eyes.
He is nothing but evil incarnate. Satan himself.
She will not think; the deluge of absurd thoughts
Will not stop trekking through her mind.
Beautiful monotony, tragic perfection, she will not stop
Anything to push him out of her mind.
It is over. She does not watch the tragic red trickle
Ease out from herself.
She does not say goodbye, he does not realize her pain.
Even if he had
He would not have cared.

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happyhopper said...
on Oct. 23 2008 at 1:45 am
Awesome poem!!! Very talented poet!


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