Bellowing towards the wagon’s wheel
My mind breathed in the momentous air
Following his mane towards the far-away den
I was away onto my safest abode.
He kept me cozy on a bitches trace
Patting with farce and taming fives
She gave me the world of safety and pride
Praising my skin and the beauty beneath.
The matron was sweet, she loved me dear,
Taking my chain and the money I kept
Helping me to sleep, she promised to come,
Tired and weak, I folded onto the bed.
Sunshine drew close and the cocks trumpeted
Night seemed wading towards another shore
He came in and caught my sleepy hair
Waking me to hell the midnights knell.
Boring me deep his manly stump
He tore me apart with devilish lust
Soaked in red, my virgin’s blood
Spitting its white, a venomous snake.
I knew not him, nor the serpents’ charm
Never did I exist, my emotions dead
Was that a dream? I never had lived!!
And I am at home, sleeping through time.
Minutes did pass and another came in
This time I fought with fingers and nails
Biting his arm, I was mashed to bed
Slicking into me an, another sword.
Dead and weak I crippled in bed
Cursing the moments I fell for him
Misery and shame dwindled at me
Crying beside me, perhaps in vain.
They bartered my youth, to many a hands
More of venom got drained into me.
Forty of those nights, I lay in blush,
Awaiting a Samaritan to get me home.
Moving in drains, my pitiful face
Yearns for solace, a simple smile,
Pointing to me a move gone wrong,
They call me a whore in gentlemen’s world.
Kavitha by : Mahesh
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