Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 1, 2007

Memories of a Rape

by TeraLie

his fingertips brush her skin as she slowly fades away
fantasies of others never seem to leave, not stay.
the brushing of his hair against her elegant chest
as his lips touch her skin, nervous shivers never rest.
his fingers brush her breast as he slowly makes her numb,
as her legs shiver nervously, cheeks red for fun.
his fingertips never leave, her shivering never stops.
after pleasure she says stop, her tiredness takes over.
he seems to push harder as he rips away her lace.
he rapes away her happiness, as she screams "no and its not fun".
he yells oh so rudely, shut up and your dumb.
he calls her a slut, and she says let me be,
he yells, says she wants it, as she tries to get free.
he quickly strikes her face as she tries to get away,
this is why she remembers, why she remembers that day.
once it is all over her pain never stops,
her virginity he's taken, her virginity she lost.
the memories of a rape never seem to go away.

1 comment:

  1. wow, thats is really sad. If it happened to you, you have my deepest simpathy. Guys like that are words that would get me banned from this site.

    ReplyDelete