The wind blows around her scars
made a flinch in her eyes marks,
she curled herself like a tiny doll
to remember the creep, that touched her soul.
She cried, she bleed
she begged, she screamed
He pushed her like a cork roll
the monster he became, that she never loved before
The love, the care, the atmosphere
have been gone long,
He threw her on the bed
that day, a wife have been raped by her husband
The monster quenched his thrust
under the dim light of the lust,
all she has left a hopeless drop of tear
that she wiped off, with a razor around her nerve.
"He drew stars around her scars, indeed he drew."
