The Suffering

Tender of age
A nameless child
Faceless in the dark
Changed
Her innocence rent from her flesh
Stolen by perversion
A victim of a twisted mind

Now I see this woman
Pain for her flesh
For its pleasures are endured
Behind a mask of fetish
Love and sex
Considered apart
She is not a victim
But awoken prematurely
Her choices marked by the event

Dwelling upon her words
Gazing into her eyes
The sound of her voice
When I hold her
Protected in my arms
Though it is lessened
Still I sense her suffering

© 2005, Mosquitobyte