Violation

Paige Nieto
He strikes me and hurls me to the ground in anger,
like Jupiter throwing a might thunderbolt.
Panic runs through my veins, seeing that
he is enflamed much like the fire on the river Styx.
But there is no Cerebus to guard against trespassers,
no guards as he violates my temple
and pillages my Purity.

He stalked me like Apollo with a prey,
waiting
until I was alone until he struck like a viper at an untalented snake charmer.
I am the victim of the most unspoken crime,
silenced by the hand that prevents witnesses to my shame.
I cry out in my mind, but all the deities have turned a blind ear to my plight.
Up high on their Mountain, even vigilant feminist Diana ignores my pain.

Once the criminal has stopped and left me,
I plead for some vengeance,
be it from the Trio of Anger or their dark Messenger Girl.
But once again, the libation of my tears are ignored.

Published by Paige Nieto

Paige is a Texan born and raised (with a brief nine month stint in California). A fan of reading, writing, and playing the viola, she is also adjusting to life as a stay at home mom to a brand new baby boy...  View profile

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  • Chelle4/15/2008

    very vivid piece!

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