Lucretia Intruded

Another little poem... This time, it's based on the story of the Rape of Lucrece or Lucretia.


Lucretia Intruded

His phallus digs its path within me
And I resented
Him, hearing me cry out to the night.
His face contented.

He pinned me down. My arms were shackled
By his hands.
I tried to scream. I tried to struggle,
To defend
Myself.
But,
I wasn't strong enough to fight it.
I wasn't strong enough to fight him.

He left me begging for my honour.
Now I had none.
He left me like a lifeless rag doll.
He had his fun.

And now I lie here used, exposed.
I lie intruded.
I see myself in glass, reflected,
I feel disgusted.

Oh! The blade, my one friend, one companion.
My only salvation.
Save me from dishonour's dominion.
Begin execution.
Mine.
For,
I just don't have the strength to take it.
I just don't have the strength to live.

The blade, it sinks into me with ease.
My flesh accepts it.
My blood, it flows, so red. So blissful,
The Pain, I welcome it.

So here I stand before you, a symbol
Of sin and virtue intertwined.
So paint my pain with ecstasy, oh, artist dear and see
That you are no better than he.
And with no honour, me,
I chose death, a final plea.
And yet I left with honour's grace,
My truth I never left behind.