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April 9, 2019 by Jessica Choinoski

Conquered Woman

Unwanted whispers flood her ears

Blaring music of the club,

Fades away.

 

His humid breath strikes fear

Her body tenses with shivers,

She cringes.

 

He tries to bring her near

Bodies too close for comfort,

He conquers.

 

It doesn’t matter to me

That you have a boyfriend,

He screams.

 

His power reigns over her

The weaker being once again,

She’s conquered.

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