[ My words have been erased, ]

My words have been erased,
My mind has been tortured,
My vision has been clouded,
My soul has been lost.

No one can hear my cries,
For my voice has been swallowed in a deathly silence.

I can only listen to the voices, feelings, and my heart pound against what seems to be my body.
I hope deep inside that this is my reality.

But my reality has been altered,
Imagined by a sadistic man:
Thrown away, ejaculated on, spanked, hit, yelled at, bloodied wounds, assaulted, forced, raped, tied,
Violence was created for years,
Making me an actress in his imagined story;
A story in which scars and wounds are cut so deep that tears can no longer wash away the facts of this vicious fantasy.

People pretended it never happened, it seemed so unreal
She was treated so unrealistically. But it was her reality.
My reality.

Now time’s passed, the present no longer consist of his violence.


Yet, My memory has been manipulated,
My heart has been torn,
My trust has been shattered.

The breaths, the steps I take, the moves I make are the only thing that keeps me moving forward.

But I long to use my voice that’s been drowning in silence.
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence is like a warm gun, once fired the gun shot breaks through the worlds sound leaving behind a silence greater than the silence of death itself.

He held that warm gun as he looked at “my” body, his object, dead.

He buries it and its evidence,
Never to be revealed.
Silenced forever.
Forgotten forever.

My humanity has been conquered.