Creative Corner:
Poetry by Ritual Abuse SurvivorsRitual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing
Untitled A flower was taken Trampled and crushed Its fragrance pouring out Running into the ground Leaving a scent of remembrance Petals protecting the core Were ripped away one for one Leaving only the naked Stem and bud For coldness to engulf and possess For the beauty is gone© Disfigured
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