SACK

Sprinting my way into safety
Panting and panicking
Absconding from the predators
Escaping their filthy fingers.
Causing havoc to my honor,
Disseminating my dignity;
The night had planned it all.
The predators were done with my flesh,
Declared me dead
With thorns, instead of roses on my bed.
Frozen in the dirt
I pondered,
Was it all because of my skirt?
Or,
Was he not able to rope his spurt?
Satiated their thirst for the flesh,
Disrobed a flower of its petals,
Disfigured my existence,
And swayed away into nothingness.
Forgiveness was the last thing on my mind
Anger sprouting out of my cuts
Fury on my mouth
Shivering and shrinking,
On my way back
Wished the world was over
Just with a plague.