rape

your smell always seemed to linger in the seams of my favorite pair of jeans..
no matter how many times i try to wash them, i can never seem to erase backtrack or wash away that smell.
i continue to try in hopes that the memory of the day you broke open the only thing that i thought belonged to me will fade with the bruises on my inner thigh.
at 7;15 on a wendsday night you turned virgin mary into a victim beat her face black and blue until you discharged white.
i try to substitute rape for forced entry because i never thought rape would land in my vocabulary.
such a word burned rolling off of my tounge
between my legs i remeber seeing a blood trail..
i thought it would be the red carpet to heaven if i closed my eyes long enough..
stop trying hard enough, stop trying to be strong enough
stop trying to fight that beastly creature
That man died a month ago.
Yet the sound of my voice screaming for my legs echoes in my head when im locked in a room with someone.
i'm afraid of locked doors and side glances
dark room give rape chances
im shanking in my own skin