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Broken glass


Come touch the scars of recent past,

Run fingers through the broken glass,

A trust betrayed, the mirror fell,

The shard that turned and hurt like Hell.



The stiffened muscle hard as rock,

The blood that flowed and would not stop,

A night of anguish worse than death,

Too young the girl, too old the bed.



Take what you will ignore the pain,

This chance may never come again,

Moist lips that welcomed shrank in shock

Come touch the scars, torn bra and frock.



She asked no more of life than love,

Come touch the scars if man enough,

Come feel the pain of drunken rage,

Lost innocence, eternal shame.


© Joseph G Dawson