found, cold and ashamed.

awkward feet
stinging in worn
shoes
drenched with mud

shame and sweat
stabs in chest
hurt
from the cold air

tired hands
shaking in the dark
trembling
searching

found her
silent, cold
blue and
alone

her chest
is still
her breasts
do not heave

he would gaze
from afar
as she curved
and softened

he felt her
marble cold face
touched the skin
he longed for

took her innocence
she never lost
when red love coursed
in her thighs

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