a poem from a sub.

Hold her down lungs fill with water
sweet corruption of a felon's daughter
young blood rush full of silence
baptism by sex and violence
once pure, shy and sterile
now willing, wry and feral
virgin knees that were used for prayer
stained and bruised now beckon stares
dizzy eyes staggered breath
shaking hips nubile flesh
sweat sweet through salty tears
she cries but not in fear
rough touch soft skin
her face against the grass
she chokes and then
grinning restraint.