They take notes. I write
Poetry and Prose by manasseh
Thursday 5 May 2011
Drips
Drips
Falls
Slides
Settles
Tears, blood, faeces
Down, down, down
Down the legs
Soiling the pants
Pushed
Open
Taken
Tortured
Black days
Joined by memories of the pain
Broken
Again
The hymen of innocent shame
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