Rohypnol

My blurred mind, Swirling and reeling, From your drink, Will try to say this is a dream. A knife’s bite, Hard and cruel, Carving into me creeks of crimson Their tributaries stain my skin Soft and white As new fallen snow, And seep into your wrinkled ivory sheets. Your insatiable desire for me Intensifies with every slash mark. The ropes that burn my wrists Bind me with fear and twine. The canvas of my skin Stroked with streaks of red Spotted with a bruised purple Splashed with bits of brown From the leather belt on the floor. A pain greater Than the bite of your knife, The buckle of your belt, The burn of your rope, The bash of your palms, Bores into my back before I black out.