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Teal Bow

A Poem by Medusa

By Medusa PoemsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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He said he loved me

His true intent I could not see

I thought he'd set me free

Instead more chains now hold me down

As society shows a frown

He removes my crown

I'm no longer pure

They'll blame it on my sexual lure

The pain and memories I'll forever endure

He said if I loved him I'd obey throughout

With each thrust I cried out

With no one to hear

I wept in fear

I knew the end would soon near

My grip was tight

As I held on to my fright

And once he was done, he left my sight

My body was sore

I watched the rain pour

Now they call me a whore

But they don't know

How bad I want to let go

Decorate my corpse with that little teal bow

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Medusa Poems

IG - TheBlondeMedusa

I hardly know a thing about poetry, except for the simple fact that it allows me to harness my anger and depression into something I can be proud of. Hopefully someone else enjoys it too.

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