Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks December 2014: Winter | Page 6

Cold Violence
Simon Benson
He clasps at me,
Cold icy fingers caress my uncovered flesh,
His animalistic intentions,
His nature is obvious.
He tries to take my clothes from me,
I wear layer after layer,
To stop him.
But he is only delayed.
In the broad daylight,
His being, forcefully penetrates mine.
He takes from me, any warmth I had,
And my heart freezes over.
He leaves me in a shivering pile of self-pity,
After he has achieved his goal.
Slowly, and with a dripping, red face,
I make my way home
Where the memory of what happened,
Melts away
Winter has me firmly in his grasp.

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