Contaminated

Expressions vitrified

Face as cold as a stone sculpture

Eyes an awning after a heavy rain

And the lips tremble like a banyan leaf,

Her hips in bruise, red and crimson

Patterned by the finger marks

Of the assailant creature

Pieces of her ripped mahogany

Hair were rolled in the air to the corners

The white linen designed by

The spilled red wine’s stain

Or was that something else

My heart yelped curiously

Her hymen, a cocoon rare

Torn like a moth just born escaped

Her nails broken defending

Her eyes sticked after shedding

The tears of her silenced cries

Pathetic and Unrescued

Lying under a beasts workplace

The white curtains stayed still

Even the moist wind passed through

The dawn seemed hushed

The birds never singed

The cattle’s in the barn

Appeared sedated, hence calm

Evil came roaring

Shredding the locks and bars

And left with a witty grin

Stealing the treasures, both

Embodied and otherwise…