Dear you,
I was young and innocent.
You could tell it in my body who couldn't close its ears to the beautiful call of mother nature.

The juiceless orange on my chest attracted you for a harvest,
A harvest of a fruit you didn't sow.
Could this be why you failed to see; its not time for a harvest yet?

You came into my garden,
Forcedly breaking through its gate;
You destroyed my flower.
With your spear, you tore not only my garden but my world apart.

What do I tell the man whom out of his ribs, I was made? That a monster harvested that which belongs to him?.

(From the little girl you raped)


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©Agi Nuel.