I remember that night
when he covered my eyes
and spread my thighs
A moment of contentment
for him
Was my biggest pain
Shame
Took over me
Look
Look at me!
Stripped, bare, used, abused
Shamed
Don't even know his name
But I know his scent
His groan
The texture of his skin
Smooth, yet rough
Shaved
Sweat dripping from his chest on mine
My favourite dress
Wrinkled, damp, torn
I scream but there's no sound but shhhh...
No hope
So I wait until it's over
But it's never really over
because I remember...
© 2011 by Tamara Cozier
