Reflection · Syria


Every day…
He sneaks in violating her freedom.
She shivers, but stays quiet.
He holds her arms tightly.
She trembles out of fear.
He calls the Bear to watch.
He breathes rapidly with every move of his body.
She can barely breathe under his heavy weight.
Drops of stinky sweat touches her naked body.
A line of tears runs down her beautiful eyes.
He then roars the sign of victory.
She lays down in fear.

She lives in despair.
Her guardian is her rapist.
Her children are lost.

She was so beautiful.
She smelled like jasmine.


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