Category : Poems

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They could strangle her:
voices that rise like storm at her behind;
fingers that secretly poke at her shadow,
legs that hastily trail her fleeting footprints,
stares that draw water from her innocent body —
like taking nap under the glaring sun.
Whispers that coat her eardrums,
she was the one from that case!
but none of it exists in her world.
If she's pathetic, their sorry sympathy,
will drain her of her will —
and gag her survival instinct,
but she has to live.