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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

Flood

Yesterday, she looked for a way,
in a flood of blood,
to seize the day.

There was nothing to hold on to, anyway,
in a flood of blood,
she couldn't pray.

Heard angels say, she drowned that day,
in a flood of blood,
which was the way,
the demons drained her soul away,
with ever increasing sorrow . . .

Despair soon led her faith astray,
in a flood of blood,
and day by day,
accepting that she couldn't stay,
she fell,
and lost tomorrow.

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