Rape

by Stacy   Feb 26, 2006


A wine glass
Tipped over
Contents spilled
Across a butchering table
Wine mingles with blood
The purity it once maintained
Deteriorated into a pool of scarlet confusion
Never to be wanted again

*I would appreciate feedback*

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  • 18 years ago

    by Erikah

    Dont get it

  • 18 years ago

    by Stacy

    A wine glass
    Tipped over
    *This would be the physical action of pushing her over, or taking her off guard*
    Contents spilled
    *The girl's eh... contents*
    Across a butchering table
    *She is like a lamb about to be butchered. The man is the butcher*
    Wine mingles with blood
    *The girl is the wine, the blood like she is dieing*
    The purity it once maintained
    *The loss of innocents*
    Deteriorated into a pool of scarlet confusion
    *She is broken down and doesn't know what to make of what happened to her*
    Never to be wanted again
    *This speaks for itself*

  • 18 years ago

    by Jelsey

    It's sad but in a way I don't undesatand