Dark

I lie still on the couch.
Sweet darkness surrounds me.  
A cozy quilted blanket lets in a warm summer breeze.
I drift off into a starlit dream.
I feel the light touch of a feather upon my side,  
 
Then, the gloomy pressure of two hundred pounds.
No, No, please not again!
I try to breath with little hope.  
He presses tighter, pinning my arms.  
That special moment happens,  
You know the one with stars, fireworks, a sunset,
One’s first kiss.  
However, all I saw was  
His dark skin,  
His dark eyes,  
His dark mouth.  
 
I tried to scream,  
as every girl knows to do,  
but I could not.
His slobbery, extended, black dog tongue  
dug into my throat.
 
Wiggle, squirm,  
Nothing left to do;  
But squeeze my lips
And hope it will be bright soon.  
 
Hope, light drifts farther away,  
As he reaches that giant, murky hand under the knitted cover.
Oh, I have heard the stories.  
Oh, I know this is bad.  
Oh…, Oh…, Oh…!  
Oh, help me!  
 
I feel the cold hand touch on my sweaty skin.  
He reaches for a place covered in darkness.  
I close my eyes and hope to wake up.  
Let this black dream be over!  
 
He jumps away, as if the clock struck midnight.  
He runs out the door.
The roar of an engine awakes me.  
 
I leap up the stairs;  
That just hours before were too hard to climb.  
Into my mother’s arms, I am safe.
Now it is all over.  
                                                                                                                   Or is it?