I may be the Bluest of Sapphires

Dark of night seeps into me
penetrating every cell, the
distant yet too close for comfort,
the memory of cigar smoke, as he
blew it in my face ashes fall
upon my bare breasts, as this
Bastard pounds away at my flesh
until pieces of my soul descend
into decay

Breaking down what strength
remains purging every
filthy thought, Emotion that
was forced upon me

Memories play pinball along
receptors in the brain.

growing up I thought it was my fault,
every sound in the night only led
me to frightening images, the
hair on my arms stood at attention,
from the clamminess of his touch.

Planting his seed wherever
his nefarious activities lead.

Coursing through the flesh
of his victims, I remain numb to the memories.

Many years of twisted abuse
has condemned me to a
life filled with anger,
Post-traumatic stress disorder,
exposing me as tainted.

I want all to know; I may be the
bluest of Sapphires, but If you
get to know me, you will see me
shine Diamond bright.