Friday, April 18, 2025

Somewhere On The Internet

It's still out there
on a dark-web server
in some guy's basement;
you can find it
if you know where to search,
but I don't recommend it.

She was only twelve.

But it's there,
beyond her control,
downloadable
to some sick fuck's
private collection.

God only knows
what goes through his mind,
or his hand,
when he watches it.

 

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