Her fantasies of love and romance
was buried in the cold darkness
as the night breathed tyranny.
Afrighted by the heavy footsteps behind her,
Her breathing and walking pace
birthed horrifying rhythms.
Then the cold tap on her shoulder signalled
how close the rebel was.
She felt his iron grip and fought with futile strength.
Her cry for help was short lived by the forceful palm
that veiled her quivering voice.
The sound of her pleas was a dirge to the night
as she was stripped,battered and wounded nigh to death.
she helplessly sacrificed her back to the stingy grasses
as the rebel made the earth their couch.
He flung her lower limbs east and west
and descended on her for perhaps his "last supper"
Her tears hydrated the earth
as the rebel's victorious thrusts expelled
all the joy and love her pure soul had nursed
and watered her with the liquid of pain and agony.
He deserted her.
when the dusk ushered in the dawm.
Her reflection was a damned soul.
Her being was wrecked
for even her tears dripped like blood.
She is pained
She is THE BROKEN WOMAN,
destitute in her own skin.