
Bloody Backlash
Bleeding sorrow exhales ghosts. Fierce backlash.
Favourite time carrying her for nine months:
Three times we almost lost her; bed rest;
Scared to death; move the least for her to live.
Slapping and biting become scared, frozen love.
Parties are fun. Being prey is not.
Frat parties—a new scared-to-death event.
Scared to death, being pushed down against her will.
Held down. Breathe. Fight—live. Desperate hope. No means no.
Secrets now locked inside her head. No mercy.
His crushed, bloody bones now buried deep in dirt.
Never wanted her to know my shame.
No shame will hold her down. Her head held high.
Bleeding sorrow exhales ghosts. Fierce backlash.
