AuctionedA Poem by VindyThis poem is about a beautiful, young girl, who is raped by a beast.Auctioned. In a city full of smoke And lights, on streets That never sleep, even On the darkest nights. I saw her move, To unseen, lifting beats. She crossed paths, swaying To the gentle beat of the unheard drums. Her mind was a matchbox Her body, tender, And her fingers, matchsticks That travelled through her Hair, entangling and smoothening Again and again, in rhythmic progressions. She danced on the dusty road To the hum Of a melancholy. She chuckled. Gasped. Moved her lips in unison. She unfolded, slowly And then faster Slow Fast Slow Crash Burn And silence. Through the smoke Of the evening winds, Were the eyes of beasts Gaping at the fresh fruit. Its eyes so black Pinned her like a thumbnack. It hushed the greedy voice In its pitch black heart Hungrily screaming. It is now ready. It lingered Tearing off her clothes Faster than the light Shining down upon her. It had been prying for treasure Of which it found immense pleasure. Its hands on her neck Choked her. Eyes on the breasts Pricked her. Lips on hers Broke her. Tyrannical body upon her Bruised her. Dirty mud clawed Under her nails. Her fingers- They wore the stone ring Refusing to break And her Silver band Bought at a market In Ireland Curved like the waves Crashing against the Cliffs of Moher. Pain increased by seconds. The agony Was like ripping knives Like getting cut by a blade Like her head being gullitoned Like bullets piercing her flesh. Yet, she swallowed it With bleeding eyes. Its tongue against her chest You can imagine the rest. Touching. Feeling. Kissing. Exploiting. Violating. Victimizing. Stigmatizing. Depriving. Destructing. Her eyes rolled To the empty blue skies. Her naked fragility Entreated its wild hands. The beasts of the underworld Broke-in in numbers And under the stars, De-flowered her. Her pleas went with the wind. Falling down to dirt Clothes blotched Blood tinted skirt This saintly creature Was ravaged. Broken glass Of a beautiful mosaic Shattered to smithereens And remnants On the dirty wet avenue. Deserted altars Broken power An empty sky No signs of mercy. And there she still layed Wilting. Crying. Still begging for help that never came. Flashes of Silence Arcana Insecurity Sadistic parameters Armament of destruction Now filled her head. Yet, all she muttered was- "Why was I auctioned With this demon to bid?"
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