Girls (poem)


A screaming corpse,

Persistent aches,

Dead little girls who exist inside me.

Voiceless gasps,

Writhing ghosts,

Raped at birth.

Death before life.

Dominated, subjugated,

Tortured and used.

The girls are dust now.

From the ashes, I’ll haunt you.

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