By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com) Date: 11 October 1999
I held a mirror to my soul
the other day.
I didn't like what I saw.
The reflection was
appalling.
You left me
stained and dirty.
Tarnished beyond compare.
I couldn't even look
at myself anymore.
The scars never disappeared.
The pain never subsided.
I was molested by your love
Raped by your lust
and you can't even bare to look
at your own handy work.