MASKED WITHOUT A VOICE

A toy shade nightmare

You are better than this,
A barbaric action caused by unbridled sexual desire, a pathological assertion of power over a victim.


Against her wish,
you devoured her like a mannerless beast.
The pain as every piece of clothing she had on was getting torn off in fast motions by a lawless man without regret.

All her effort to escape your captivity in vain,
Your hand covering her mouth won't let her scream, yet she sought for scour.
The help never came, she screamed with the sweaty hand over her mouth, you always had your way in.

All her hopes and dreams were over,
She doesn't want to let you in,
You wouldn't want her to break free, you persist forcefully to be let in causing her the pain she had never felt before.

Awakening the pits of hell in her as you pinned her against the wall "at the toy shed" your tongue against her chest, touching, falling, You can imagine the rest. Her eyes rolling to the ceiling
No respect for her, no metal to place on a shelf.

Falling down to dirt, blood dripped down her thighs. Stained and Consumed in Hatred for having fun with her pain.

A puppet she is to you, dangling from limb to limb,
why was she auctioned with a demon to bid?
Sold to a pervert in a chair, dragged off stage by the strings of her hair.

Let her go!

No one should cause such pain For it lasts a lifetime.
The truth she held, took years to unfold,
Locked up and never told.

No one should feel that way Speak now for you are done being weak.

© Nnadozie chukwuebuka E.A