Every day…
He sneaks in violating her safety.
She shivers but stays quiet.
He holds her arms tightly.
She trembles out of fear.
He breathes rapidly with every move of his body.
She can barely breath under his heavy weight.
Drops of stinky sweat touches her naked body.
A line of tears runs down her beautiful eyes.
He then roars the sign of victory.
She squats in the corner, silently.

She lives in despair.
Her children are abandoned.
Her father is her rapist.

She was so beautiful.
She smelled like jasmine.
She had a pride and dignity.

Her name was Syria.
But now I recognize here no more.


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