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A Knock At the Door
,A Knock at the Door, ,*This is a dark poem, but it is a true story about how I was raped by a former friend on my birthday., As dusk sweeps away the afternoon sun The skies will grow gradually dark Perhaps some glittery stars strewn about And the moonlight’s reliable spark For most, this cycle of day and night seems Too mundane to evoke much alarm However, a few who have suffered the night Fear darkness sides nicely with harm When trauma comes knocking, no matter how wise A victim may open the door For caution and innocence cannot protect Ill-intent from a friend known before The strength of his arms as he pushes you down Leaving bruises on your pale, white skin Tearing your bottoms just wide enough To bully room for an unwelcome in “No” floats meaningless, as do your cries As he enters you roughly instead Pleas fall on deaf ears as he grunts and moans You weep and imagine you’re dead When he’s done, you are useless, he stands You pray now he’ll just go away As he walks out into the darkness One last sting when he moans, “Happy birthday.” --Meghan C. Hutchings
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