Perfumed

 

And he removed my underwear with the force of an eager man,

hardened by desire.

Only to find:

the blooms of innocence,

still fresh, undamaged,

smelling like the cries of a thousand women raped.

His nostrils filled with a perfume

he could not contain.

kimber beckalexandra-sophie

Poem: Anna McKay

Top image: Kimber Beck

Bottom image: Alexandra Sophie

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