Victim

Bare back
Clothes off
Panic attack
Waiting for takeoff

Words trip
Skin marred
Second dip
Eyes seeing tar

Voice strangled
Mouth mute
Feelings mangled
Silenced by brute

Strength waning
Words taxing
Body straining
No backing

No is nothing
Won’t hear
No is nothing
Only fear

Touch to skin
Goosebumps flourish
Sucking in
Terror nourished

Bed is a cage
Unable to get away
Biting back rage
No is all she can say

Hands still
Letting go
If eyes could kill
She needs to throw

Up she stands
Gathering clothes
She feels bad
So exposed

Walking fast
Unalive like before
Sidewalks pass
Whore

Home is silent
Wicked thoughts stay
Quiet in its violence
She wipes the tears away

Clutching for security
Wrapped up in lies of divinity
That her value is her purity
And her purity is her virginity