Midnight Sky

Warning: 

The following poem may be triggering for victims and is graphic. Please proceed cautiously and with consideration. 

Once upon a midnight sky, the world of wonder, dreams fogged sigh.
She walked with ease, a quiet whisper, along the breeze.
Dragging behind her, a long dark dress, that flows so slightly with a pur.
One closer glance its ripped, its torn
Her eyes are darkened
Face scrapped, tired, bloody. She's a mess.
There's hands burned painfully on her neck,
bruises painted inside her thighs.
tears no longer pierce her tender checks but the path has been made.
Hes long gone, she's left for dead,
ripped wide open, the streetside her bed.
Gentlemen pass so very unaware of what could be possibly lying there.
Her grave is shameful, she'd never tell, what horrible fate she had befell;
Upon that midnight sky.