Rape

I felt his cold fingers on my naked body, soul, mind
This atmosphere,
this room,
it's dirty, sweaty, stinky

Vapor in the windows
from the cold breeze of his breath

Old sheets in a knot on a floor,
tied, ripped, sullied
next to him
and he shivers
and he whispers
"How did it come to this?"

But it didn't come to this,
it was always like this

The land of the ruined,
the rich and
the greedy