I hide.

Filth on my skin I can’t wipe away.
Lustful hands against my skin,
and my eyes fill with fear and fire.

His hands go up.
My screams go down.

A sunlight in my life that’s been taken
thrown into a cage.

The light of my life is dwindling,
ready to die.

Constricted by his hands. He’s not
done yet.

Lungs full of tar, unable to
cry out.

Fear and fire, with his desire.

Ready to take me away today,
up the twisted path we went.

And in the rain,
is where I was left.

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