Untold Incident
Untold Incident
I arose only because
the sunlight and dew
worked against me,
chilly and unaware
of my being before and now.
my thoughts were so vague,
I sat up wondering, looking,
remembering the incident
clearly, as though it
was happening now.
school was out, I slowly
walked to the bus stop watching
each car pass, each face
going by, never realizing
danger stalked the night.
it was as though the
bushes came alive, grabbing
my throat, pulling me,
smothering, bonded by
his weight.
my eyes saw only darkness,
my body uselessly fought each
move, his hands caressing
roughly, rhythmically
with his threats.
it was no use struggling,
my garments clinging,
torn, stained, and wet
with his gift, left for
the pleasure he stole.
I saw no one leave,
heard no sounds, but
my whimpering and
moaning, and I like
many washed away the
gift. the memory would
last forever.
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