The Silent Scream
Hall clock, tick tock
front door, knock knock
turn of handle, unlock.
She lies in bed, unawares
footsteps, creaking stairs
back of neck, raised hairs.
She sensed a presence next to bed
fear, panic, a sense of dread
afraid to breathe or raise her head.
She feels a hand around her waist
and smells his breath against her face
stale, unclean and alcohol based.
He's here to harm she has no doubt
should she plead or scream and shout
she opens mouth, no sound comes out.
Against her throat a knife is pressed
pull down sheets, exposed, undressed
she tries to forget what happens next......
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