He's invading my dreams
Making them nightmares
When I feel his presence -
Smell his musk cologne
As it pervades the scene.
I begin to shiver
Then rapidly shake
Knowing my fate of filth
As he closes in,
Stopping a few feet away.
He stares at me;
Piercing through me
With his cold brown eyes;
Slowly looking me over,
Pleased to see me terrified.
A perverse half smile
On his face
As he precedes to me;
I nervously step back
Until I'm in the bedroom.
He finally corners me
By the bed;
Tearfully I'm pleading with him -
He's shaking his head,
Ordering me to lay down.
I remain standing still
Refusing to obey,
So he's grabbing my arms
And forcing me down
Positioning me until he's happy.
He's climbing on top,
Lowering his head
Softly whispering in my ear
Not to tell anyone -
He's ripping off his clothes.
Now removing my shirt
Unclasping my bra,
Violently pulling down my straps;
Fabric burning my arms -
I'm crying out in pain.
He's grabbing my arms,
Squeezing them hard
Until I shut my mouth;
His hands are moving,
Savagely down to my breasts.
They are strongly enclosed
On my breasts -
I'm starting to frantically squirm
And crying out "no";
Desperately wanting it to end.
But he's ripping my
Pants and underwear,
Coldly telling me to shut-up.
He's pinning my arms;
Preventing my body from turning.
He's plunging into me,
Watching my face;
I'm shaking and crying uncontrollably -
He's laughing and pumping
In and out of me.
Enjoying his power trip
With each stroke,
As he watches my tears -
For the last time
Thrusting in deep and hard.
It's about over finally
As he collapses
On me and laughs wickedly -
He's leaving the room;
I wake up feeling dirty.
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you did a great job with this. a heartfelt write. I can relate... such a terrible experience.. must have been hard to write. anyways great write =)
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I've been raped too and I know how you feel and I know what you go through. I was raped 4 1/2 years ago and I still go through it. I hate it and every time I have those dreams, I just want to die because I wake up and I feel the same way I did that horrible day 4 1/2 years ago. Useless, hopeless, and ashamed. It is the worst pain ever.
I loved this piece. Good work, keep it up.
Hang in there. I'm here for you if you need to talk. -
Crisis
mew... I loath dreams, at times. Although I so desperately wish to fine my own. Dreams can tell future. Dreams can tell of You. Dreams... can do things.
My lady... mew, if you have Any sort of protection for yourself Take it. It's a haunting poem; but it's a worse sin.
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It's going to be difficult to get this poem out of my mind for the next couple of days,its is so intense that its haunting....and enough to make you my new favorite...
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