be careful as you click away at page after page- these words are fragile and hurt and pain, presented to you with the hopes that you can catch the glimpses of my heart behind them. and if you look closer, inside of you too.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

rape me

(she thought that he'd never touch her-
in the late hours of the night as he
drank his soul away.)
harsh screams, a piercing wail
and a broken woman is born.

(she'd asked for it, he told her-
and she took the blame, concealing
it within her heart.)
clear skin taunted her,
but didn't stop the pain
from consuming.

(slurred words escaped his lips,
but his intent was so clear-
and she trembles under a predatory stare.)
she calls him crazy but he laughs,
in her face as he waves her insanity
before them like a corpse.

(no no no no no no no no-
a whimper so small, that
no one will answer.)
and he denies her rejection,
taking her trembling touch as
a reason to take her away.

(with a crash, he smashed his
head into the table, and she jumps-
slumping against the wall
in defeat.)
she cries, for

(her eyes are open now, and
past him she can imagine a safer
world, one where not one will ever say
or speak or kill her with control--)

'rape me'


1 comment:

  1. Dark and moving poem. It hits hard. You write well and passionately. Keep it up. :-)


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