She tried not to move
As they found their pleasure
Her being so mute
Was a cautious measure

They took their sweet time
As they pressed their advance
They soured her mind
With their bitter "romance"

The violent utensils
A finger, a knife
Her mind was the stencil
That drew out her strife

The notion of fears
Like an oncoming tide
She tried to stop tears
But they wouldn't subside

Her "sisters" so sordid
Left her ****** and bruised
She lay feeling morbid,
Scared and abused