melissaahowells
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Tears of Hail
Weeping willow, willow wail
My womb is raining tears of hail.
Rape's red trail transferred, affixed.
When human touch is sick, afflicts.
A line on record entered in.
No soft babes for Hester Prin.
Rough, red scab where nothing grows.
A dirty secret no one knows.
Pulled back taffy of regret
Damned to be too proud to pet.
Damn you how you changed my days.
Damned, was cursed with Marilyn ways.
Oh, damn me, because I got lost.
Damned, how I now pay the cost.
If only there had been just one,
But you boys lined up to have your fun.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2004
My womb is raining tears of hail.
Rape's red trail transferred, affixed.
When human touch is sick, afflicts.
A line on record entered in.
No soft babes for Hester Prin.
Rough, red scab where nothing grows.
A dirty secret no one knows.
Pulled back taffy of regret
Damned to be too proud to pet.
Damn you how you changed my days.
Damned, was cursed with Marilyn ways.
Oh, damn me, because I got lost.
Damned, how I now pay the cost.
If only there had been just one,
But you boys lined up to have your fun.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2004