Battle Of Screams

Fragment of the bruises of my body. Done by the desire muses of it. A toy that a buyer wants. My clothes tore apart from asshole brat. Eyes that I dart holding my scream. Heart that I ache so much. You clutch me as I tear up. I bear the pain wanting to stop. You didn't stop as you see me as a prop. Blew the wind out of the room. I pray to God to find peace with me. Nice as a mirror destined to be a broken glass. I spoke and screeched wanting to be free. Each of us women feels the extreme pain. Drain by how many men touch me. Such as 8am to 5pm. I ate the food broken of what they did. When will the fate of the Japanese say sorry?