"Taken"

The violence, the pain, the torment,
Hands, reaching forcibly out,
Touching what isn't theirs to touch.
Being forced to the ground.
Under bare skin, feeling the carpet,
Of what was once a familiar house.
A scream erupts from a dry throat.
Nobody hearing, though it is loud.
An unwanted object intrudes
Into a place it's not allowed.
A world shimmers away,
Leaving nothing but hurt to flit about,
As the hands continue to have their way.

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