Refugee, by Michael Peck

her plight was all too familiar
those who had taken her innocence
who had abused her mercilessly
groping her young body
with unwashed hands
stinking of smoke and alcohol
they didn’t see her as human
but a release
a gratification satisfying a physical need
no more or less
than a cold beer on a hot day
something to satisfy the senses
and be thrown away
after her innocence was gone

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