Very Bad Archive
Memories Not Disneyland
Robert Hawkins
Note; my dear Emily,, that I'm so crude? God forgive me. Yet the poem exudes,,,bobby.
That night someone made their mark.
Blade at my throat steel etching.
Hand over my mouth couldn't scream.
Tearing at my clothes fury of his hands.
Tying my hands spreading my legs apart.
Naked with no defence.
Bobby inquires?
This to be on Mastercard?
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bobby
Sorry Emily your card is maxed out.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: