Rape
The thought of you makes my skin crawl.
The memory of your touch is the likeness of a biblical plague.
It was your careless, cruel actions that maimed my body.
My mind is forever haunted with the memory of my
hopeless defensive fight.
I am alive and by all outside standards I am well.
But inside my fear has begun to dwell. I am so
scared to close my eyes but even more frightened
to leave them open. I lie in bed each night, wide
awake, praying for the nighttime to end. My ears
strain for a sound, any sound. Chills run up and down
my spine. My heart pumps so fast that it jars my body.
Look what you have created. Look what you have done.
My night of terror has turned into a lifetime sentence of
horror. Where does my pain end and yours begin? I am
losing myself in my sea of fear, screaming but no one
is around to hear.
Copyright © Kayla Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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