broken puppet

Drifted into a sanatorium of

Pretentious revelry. stood at the

Counter and waited for my drink.

A hunky-funky man walked up to me

Flashed a gun in my face and said,

"Go to the washroom, cunt."

When I entered a cubicle

He reached out from behind

And tore my pants.

Whipped me with a belt

And while the wounds sizzled

He inserted his dick into my

Anus.

It bled and I screamed

My cries were muffled out by

A martin garrix song.

Heart leapt into my throat

My eyes blacked out from the pain

Legs turned into jelly

Lungs fresh out of air.

Had untreated rectal prolapse

And hemorrhoids from infancy.

While

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later, couldn't feel

Anything other than an emptiness

Which greets a person who pleads

For help and respite.

The body collapsed into a heap

When he let go of my neck.

Only because he was about to

Climax.

Put his cock in my mouth

And moaned while I choked and gagged

On his cum.

Slapped me away

When I swallowed the last drop

Picked me up again and

Pushed face-first into the toilet

Of floating shit, yellow urine and used condoms

Its walls are caked with bloody tampons.

Struggled for a minute

When he kicked my testicles.

I regained consciousness

God alone knows when.

Only thing I remembered:

I wasn't a virgin anymore.