Private Violence and a Red Room

Joel Filipe — Unsplash

On the news said she
There is nothing private about violence
Void in verity
I am foremost of this

Infantile
Clods in vegetation
He tore my seal
Despite pleas and screams
He took my pride
But hers seems more painful

He didn’t want it
Didn’t take it,
He destroyed it
Forced her upon an erect candle
The room turned red
In private violence

Don’t shroud and cryptic
That’s the headline
But my vaginisimus says
Ballot private not public