monster

 i lay there curled up quiet as can be praying that he doesn't notice me.
but he does and grabs my hair, and tells me how life isn't fair.

he throws me on the ground, and with his fists starts to pound.
my face is covered in blood and dirt, as he starts tearing at my shirt.

soon im clad in just my underwear, as he begins to touch me there.
he removes his pants, as the colors around me dance.

i beg for him to go, he laughs and shakes his head no.
i feel him deep inside, ashamed with no place to hide.

hours go by before hes through, then he tells me what he plans to do. . .
he takes his knife, and with it he ends my life.